Here, drink this, and let’s see if it helps you.”He held a potion to my lips. I could tell that it was one that should have healed major injuries,...almost to the point of regeneration. It tasted just like it should. But instead of feeling my ribs knit back together, I simply felt the pain lessen. I could move my fingers now, but there was still no strength in the arm.“That’s what I was afraid of. We’ve already seen that with Lydia and the others. You were involved in the combat, so you didn’t. He was so happy when he left. I loved being around him, I think at times that I might have liked him too much. He had looked scrawny then, but I remember the feel of his skin; the solid muscle under it. Although you never could judge him by his looks, not even by the feel of his arms, you just had to know him, like I did. He was everything I had always wanted to be. I think he was why I never really had many friends. Having a brother like him probably set my standards on others a little too. He had always done well by her, giving her kindness and attention and patient direction when she felt most lost and alone. And so, filled with shame and self-loathing, she sobbingly confessed to him that she simply hadn’t been able to withstand the tormenting hungers of the flesh wracking her young body any longer. She told him, with an odd mix of embarrassment, shame, and a flutter of remembered arousal how she’d caught the eye of a workman who had accompanied a visiting merchant on a delivery. "Too bad but we like to take time hon" Trey said. Mary and Tammy each heard a "Pwhttt" sound and an instant later felt agony. The silenced shots hit Mary in the shoulder and Tammy in her stomach. She began to cough and bright red blood came out. "Ohhh cool. Gut shot bro" Willie said. "She can last for hours." "We ain't got hours. Too bad man" Trey said as another shot caught Tammy in her chest. She looked down at her body and saw a tiny hole between her tits, with blood dribbling out. She felt.