The napkins soaked crimson in moments. They went this way, a woman's voice. He shook his head again. He broke a third finger while we watched, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
People will believe a lot of things when they're afraid they're dying. That memory I didn't share. I got to my knees beside it, firing until the gun clicked empty. One bite, two bites, they can be healed, cured.
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