I heard the muffled scream, blood in the throat cut it off. I turned my my body and saw a dagger in the side of his throat and a spear in his back. Daggers usually meant thieves, another thing I did not want to go against. I looked over and saw York lying on the ground. "York..." I started to use my arms to pull myself towards him. I moved slowly, something didn't feel quite right, but right now York is an innocent, I'm a woman, I'm never innocent. I winced as my arm hit a rock. I bit my lower lip to keep from yelling. A horse stopped dead right in my path. Great. Boots were in my view.
"Hey, load the guy up. He looks injuried!" someone called out. It was getting harder for me to look up. The feet turned now facing me. "Christ! Men go around! We're making camp here! Move it!" Hands touched me and I jumped, it happens when you are consious but your vision is not responding. It also happens when you get the s**t beaten out of you. "It's alright Miss, we are the good guys." Good guys. I'll be the judge of that. "It's alright, we'll help you out, God, you are bloodied up good." Did he expect me to answer him? Or was it just to assure him I won't die? Where was York? I didn't like being held by someone I didn't know, well I don't like being held in general but this is bad. The worst for me yet. I fell into the black swamp of unconsious; the quiet hush wrapped around me. Some would say this is the place of death, I say that they are wrong, death always seemed cold to me, warmth always fills me when I'm here.
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