ALDRIC
She made a sound that came out wet and broken, something that barely resembled anything human.
Her hands flew to her throat as she pressed hard against the torn flesh, trying to force it closed even though the damage had already gone too far.
The blood did not slow.
It pushed through her fingers in heavy streams and kept spilling no matter how tightly she pressed.
She tried to get up, her body jerking forward as her legs strained against the ground, but whatever strength she had left was fading too quickly to hold her up.
She was not healing fast enough.
I straightened and looked around until something caught my eye.
A large stone sat half buried in the dirt, its edge rough where the earth had held it in place.
I walked over and pulled it free, then tested the weight in my hands as it settled, heavy and solid, more than enough to finish this.
When I turned back, she was still moving.
