One of the dead was a woman — she took her boots, stripped her of her clothes, not much different from a man’s, and put them on, torn by the sword...and soaked in blood as they were, and as he watched her dress he realized, the scars on her body had not come from punishments, but from battles. Then she went through the bags of the dead, sorting out the trash from the valuables they had robbed, then discarding it all, even some jewelry, except for the coins — copper, silver, and, though small. ”He felt a nudge in his side, and looked up to take stock of where he was. He had come to a stop while thinking about his problem. The nudge woke him to his current surroundings.“Oh, hi,” Danny said.“You looked deep in thought. I wouldn’t have disturbed you, but you walked past your class,” Val said.Danny looked around. He said, “You’re right. I guess I was out there.”“What were you thinking about?”“My art assignment,” Danny answered.“I hope this one won’t get you in trouble with the football. My Uncle Bob."There. She'd said it. It was out there, for better or worse. All she could hope for was that it would be better."Uncle Bob," said Tom. He knew the man well. They'd hunted deer together ... brewed beer together ... gone fishing together."Uncle Bob?" Carly's voice was high. Other than her grandpa, Uncle Bob - she called him what her mother called him - was the coolest old guy she knew. She tried to imagine him ... and her mother ... doing something."It just happened one day. I think. The poor girl kept shaking her head from side to side whipping her blonde silky hair which was stylised with pink highlights. A fan of punk and metal, she started screaming as her body started to spasm on the ground for our entertainment.Her screams caused her best friend Courtney who was suspended by chains above April to struggle and rock against her chains to help her friend. The two of them had gone to see their favourite band together before they were forced into the back of a van by.