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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

ravine hill,pt 11

''I THOUGHT U WERE...''ann said in relief.she hugged her husband despite the stench from the dead creature.''me too...this house...this land.it's foul.we have to leave.''ann cleaned his face and shook the putrid thickness from her hands.''how?we've tried everything.it never stops.''leon looked at her silently.''i was dreaming while that thing was on my face.this sickness,the ravage or whatever,it feeds from the inside...off living tissue.you can't tell it's there unless you doubt it.''''but what is it?a virus.''''sorta.you how a cold gets worse before it leaves?kinda like that.''ann brushed her hands on her clothes.''so wat we need to do?''leon stood slowly.he rubbed his face on his shirt.''we gotta attack it from the inside.''his wife looked up at him with concern and fear.they had tried stopping the ravage,with no success,like normal people.now leon stood before her talking in riddles.she was frustrated and tired.''our child is dead.and now you say we need to attack this thing like a cold?why couldn't you think of this before?!''''shit i didn't know until that...box almost suffocated me.what's wrong with you?''ann buried her face in her hands and started to cry heavily and loud.leon wanted to hold her but hesitated...

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