Authors: Thomas Laird
The
y
al
l
pushe
d
he
r
awa
y
fro
m
m
e,
an
d
I
can’
t
se
e
he
r
o
r
touc
h
he
r
o
r
smel
l
he
r
agai
n.
Bu
t
I
ca
n
mak
e
the
m
pa
y.I
ca
n
transpos
e
Marina’
s
fac
e
ont
o
al
l
thos
e
other
s,
an
d
whe
n
th
e
rag
e
build
s
t
o
it
s
ape
x,I
ca
n
carv
e
the
m
lik
e
beast
s
i
n
a
slaughterhous
e.
Eac
h
tim
e
I
d
o
on
e
o
f
the
m,
m
y
ange
r
increase
s.I
kno
w
I’
m
no
t
gettin
g
eve
n,
bu
t
i
t
doe
s
ven
t
som
e
o
f
m
y
splee
n.
Beside
s,
the
y
ar
e
th
e
peopl
e
wh
o
separate
d
u
s.
The
y
an
d
thei
r
ancien
t
deser
t-
prophe
t
code
s
.
Enoug
h.I
hav
e
tw
o
physica
l
hole
s
i
n
m
y
fles
h
tha
t
nee
d
tendin
g
t
o.I
hav
e
t
o
fin
d
a
n
antibioti
c
t
o
sto
p
th
e
infectio
n.I
hav
e
t
o
clea
n
mysel
f
u
p
an
d
g
o
t
o
a
pharmac
y.
Somewher
e
clos
e,
becaus
e
I
stil
l
migh
t
fal
l
o
n
m
y
fac
e
fro
m
th
e
los
s
o
f
bloo
d.
I’
m
ver
y
wea
k.
It’l
l
b
e
a whil
e
befor
e
I’
m
bac
k
t
o
ful
l
strengt
h
.
The
n
I’l
l
mee
t
wit
h
Martinso
n
an
d
Paris
i.I
don’
t
car
e
i
f
I’
m
caugh
t
o
r
kille
d.
Ther
e
reall
y
i
s
n
o
goo
d
reaso
n
t
o
kee
p
o
n.
M
y
contact
s
hav
e
bee
n
severe
d
befor
e
I
coul
d
ge
t
m
y
ow
n
operatio
n
u
p
an
d
runnin
g.I
literall
y
hav
e
n
o
incom
e
comin
g
i
n,
althoug
h
I
hav
e
a
t
leas
t
a
hal
f-
millio
n
stashe
d
i
n
m
y
loc
k
bo
x
downtow
n.
Th
e
polic
e
an
d
Sa
l
an
d
Joh
n
Fortun
a
ar
e
al
l
seekin
g
m
e
ou
t,
an
d
I
understan
d
th
e
weigh
t
o
f
th
e
odd
s.
On
e
o
f
the
m
wil
l
fin
d
m
e
eventuall
y.
There’
s
n
o
sens
e
i
n
runnin
g
becaus
e
Fortun
a
an
d
th
e
polic
e
hav
e
universa
l
manpowe
r.
Al
l
I
ca
n
d
o
i
s
mak
e
a
fina
l
gestur
e
t
o
the
m.
Al
l
I
hav
e
i
s
on
e
las
t
statemen
t,
i
f
yo
u
wil
l
.
I
ge
t
u
p
slowl
y
an
d
mak
e
m
y
wa
y
t
o
th
e
bathroo
m.
M
y
shoulde
r
i
s
throbbin
g.I
nee
d
t
o
ge
t
cleane
d
u
p,
dresse
d,
an
d
ge
t
t
o
tha
t
drugstor
e
befor
e
th
e
feve
r
I
hav
e
a
t
th
e
momen
t
knock
s
m
e
al
l
th
e
wa
y
ou
t.
I’
m
hopin
g
th
e
showe
r
wil
l
reviv
e
m
e
.
I
struggl
e
t
o
ge
t
m
y
bloo
d-
soake
d
T-
shir
t
of
f.
The
n
I
stri
p
th
e
underwea
r
of
f
a
s
wel
l.I
manag
e
t
o
tur
n
th
e
wate
r
o
n
i
n
th
e
showe
r,
an
d
I
ge
t
int
o
th
e
stal
l.
Th
e
wate
r
assault
s
m
e
wit
h
a
col
d
spra
y.
Th
e
shoc
k
almos
t
suck
s
m
y
breat
h
awa
y.I
ca
n
fee
l
th
e
woozines
s
comin
g
o
n,
an
d
I
gri
p
th
e
col
d-
wate
r
handl
e
befor
e
I
g
o
dow
n
fla
t
o
n
m
y
fac
e.
M
y
gri
p
o
n
th
e
handl
e
become
s
weake
r
an
d
weake
r.
Th
e
lightin
g
i
n
thi
s
showe
r
stal
l
i
s
becomin
g
progressivel
y
dimme
r,
an
d
suddenl
y
I’
m
o
n
m
y
knee
s
an
d
I’
m
bleedin
g
agai
n
.