"Wha...who..?" Eadegwen looked up at Mat with questioning eyes.
She hadn't meant to say so much...but after what Gwen had told her, she wanted to help. To make her know she wasn't alone.
Now she lay on her pallet, staring at the ceiling. Her mind churned in an endless loop over all they'd spoken of earlier in the evening. She rolled over a little to glance at where Gwen lay on her bed. She sighed and rolled over again, curling into fetal position and facing the wall.
"Who...?" A flash of a curved white object with a sharp pointed end. Screaming. Red. So much red.
"Wha...who...?" Hands around the middle, dragging away. White flash curving behind. Warm. Red.
Sickening thud. "Who...?" Screams. Red. "Who...?" Flash. Warm. Red. "Who...?" Flash. Red. Squish. Warmth. Screams. Thud.
Empty bodies. Red. Screaming, weeping.
Matt hugged her middle tightly, not knowing if she screamed aloud or not. She wept softly, trying to keep it down so as not to wake Gwen if she slept. Matt would not be getting sleep tonight, however.
Seven lives. Why was that on her conscience, even after all that had transpired?
