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Madness Suicidalhts

She walked harder, faster, al lope to keep up But she wasn’t fast enough to outrun a truck that zoo its horn

Again she tore off her headphones and yelled, “What?”

But this was no loose tooth or skinned knee

Albert and Howard piled out Howard helped pull Orc froered as if drunk He probably was, Lana thought Then again, ood excuse

There was a hole in one of the last human parts of him, his cheek Dried blood crusted his cheek and neck Fresher, redder blood still oozed down his cheek and neck

“What happened?” Lana asked

“Zekes got him,” Howard answered He was torn between a kind of low-level panic and relief that he had finally reached the Healer He held Orc’s elbow as if Orc needed Howard’s frail strength to support him

“Has he got a worm in him?” Lana asked, cautious

“No, we got the wor you could help him”

“I don’t want no more rock on me,” Orc said

Lana understood Orc had been a garden variety thug, unaware of any special power, until the coyotes had gotten to him in the desert They had chewed hi that had happened to Lana, even Everywhere they had chewed hi that made Orc nearly indestructible

He didn’t want to lose the last of his human body, the patch of pink skin that included his mouth and part of his neck

Lana nodded

“You need to stop weaving back and forth, Orc I don’t want you falling on round”