When Daniel pointed at her, Echo hunched her shoulders defensively. The burial seemed to be complete, and she wobbled to her feet and kicked more dirt in the direction of the filled crater. The giggling had stopped, but she had the grandmother of all headaches.
She squinted into the darkness, picked out the little footprints. She didn't know if she felt relieved or sad that it had gotten away. But Cian was right, it was time to get the hell out of there. Being on a run, she'd walked from town, so her van was back at the trailer. Could the pounding in her head take a ride on the back of a motorcycle?
She was willing to risk it.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like a lift. I need to sleep. For days."
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on 2013-12-18 04:20 am (UTC)She squinted into the darkness, picked out the little footprints. She didn't know if she felt relieved or sad that it had gotten away. But Cian was right, it was time to get the hell out of there. Being on a run, she'd walked from town, so her van was back at the trailer. Could the pounding in her head take a ride on the back of a motorcycle?
She was willing to risk it.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like a lift. I need to sleep. For days."