Kintla Flatlands My undead mummy and me

Despite her feverish state, Junior woke fully lucid—most unfortunately. Even as her wretched scream faded into silence, she cried out again, this time a bawl of pain. "Oh my god!" she gasped, two-toned eyes frantically fixing on her aunt's hovering face. "It hurts so much. What happened?" she moaned in horror as she looked down at herself. Of course, she knew how the wounds had originally gotten there but she didn't understand why each and every one had been torn open and left to bleed.

She tried to move, only the pain stopped her, leaving her breathless and motionless. All Junior could do was begin to cry, quietly at first and then more hysterically as whatever adrenaline reserves she possessed ran empty and the pain became all the more excruciating. It would not be long before she started screaming again, in earnest, unable to cope with the agony in any other way.

Junior didn't even notice the small scarecrow of a pup clinging to Lasher's leg.