Heron Lake Plateau Hindenburg

When she could manage to swallow without feeling the acid burning in her back-wash, she coughed to clear her throat and leveled an odd look at the stranger. How could he be a part of the Redhawks and not know who she was? Such a thought was unlike her; likely a product of her increased hormonal state. I don't need help, she countered sharply, I'm just super pregnant and really hungry and — get those away from me! She whipped her focus back to the dead rabbits and flashed her teeth at them, as if they might come alive and creep closer just to spite her. The smell is making me sick.