*Xander*
Jen was laying on top of Lena, her dark brown hair blanketing the both of them as I roughly pulled her off of Lena's body.
Bethany was screaming in pain, but I took that as a good sign. She was alive, after all. At least for now. She'd survive, only because of what I'd seen Lena do.
Jen wasn't dead, but the knife was lodged in her side. Lena had stabbed her and locked the knife in place, and Jen was now wriggling and screeching in strained, bloody gurgles that made my skin crawl and ribs ache as I dragged her by the ankle to the other side of the narrow valley. She looked like death itself; almost unrecognizable. Whatever beauty she'd possessed had faded into decay, her skin as gray and molted as the beast she'd been only moments before.
I didn't pay her any mind. I was nak
