Feeding on My Flesh
Harker blinked in confusion at this woman laying on the snow. What did she just say….
Did she just call him Edmund?
But why? He doesn't understand what's happening at all...
He went to kneel by her side to see if she was still alive. And she was. She's only sleeping with all the bullets inside her body.
So she's really not a normal human. But she's not regenerating either. The blood was clotting, but that's it. It wasn't a fast pace, and she continued to bleed and bleed.
They suddenly heard people from afar. They seemed to be a native tribe living nearby that heard the gunshots. Harker cursed, and picked her up.
"Let's go. We can't let them see her like this. We still have to ask them what they know about this weather, and if they have seen Victoria and her men." Harker told them.
They nodded. The group moved farther away from the village, and found a pretty secure area covered by the high pine trees.