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colt returned with a quickness to their new plot. "hate t'do this," he said, glancing to @Reno first and then @Sadey. "but we got hydrophobia in these woods. we gotta git." his red eyes flashed toward @Indra III, panned to @Gun.
"grab whatcha can but we gotta leave now." he jerked his muzzle. "we're goin' west, to the creek." he meant swiftcurrent. "we can recoup there an' decide what to do." for now colt stole into the nearest cache, filling his belly and grabbing what meat he could carry.
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Hydro-what?
Indra had been chewing on a bone from a recent find when Colt arrived, frazzled in a way she had never witnessed before. The others milled around camp doing whatever.
The girl watched them too, wondering how they would react and to try and gauge what the appropriate response would be. She was on her feet pretty quickly, but not moving to gather their things or move on yet.
Why? She asked of them all, unaware of the threat. We just got here!
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Sadey's head was up and her tail tucked. They got the brain rot. Fuck.

She ran to grab what she could with Colt. The whites of her eyes rolling. Girl! Help out.

the brain rot. The catty wampus. Terrible way to die. Rots you inside and out
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the bone she was chewing on snapped in half.

"hyrdo-huh?" gun's large head canted to the side, eyes squinting as if trying to read the dictionary definition off of tarsnout's face.

the other woman - fuck, what was her name? - gave an unnerving explanation.

"huck- huck you hean rotsh you?" she still wasn't entirely buying it, but the energy in the camp got her on her feet. "ish it like, like hhhrabiesh?" the stray dog disease, the possum wrangler madness. 

gun pawed the meated deer femur towards herself.

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"hydrophobia, rabies, brain-rot. all the damn same." colt looked beyond them, back the way he had come, then back to red. "yew get all confused, fuzzy-like. then yew stop eatin.' then yew stop drinkin.' folk can't live without water. it's unnatural. but when yew got the hydrophobia, yew can't even go near it."
the rogue spat and paced, urging red and gun to start moving more quickly than they were. "eventually yew start foamin' at th'mouth an' tryin' to bite everyone around yew. start shittin' an' pissin' on yerself after that, cuz it gets t'where yew can't move or swaller."
he stalked around. "move now. ain't no cure, redbird. once yew got it, yew die."
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Girl! Help out. Sadey called to her, and Indra moved begrudgingly to do as she was told; her attention flickered to Colt and back, in case he had other orders; but she remembered how Sadey saw her as some unmoored vessel, drifting from current to current until Colt's was the only pulse she followed.
Indra set to gathering from one cache or another, or scraping the earth, to try and scavenge up anything worth keeping. She'd pull her weight and prove to all of them she wasn't some mindless kid, in the end.
She heard, all the while, of this brain-eating thing and her blood ran cold.
Once yew got it, yew die.
Indra worked faster.
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Sadey had nothing else to say. She worked in a quiet frenzy to carry as much as she could and get out. There was a small momentary feeling of regret having done all the work she just had just to leave again, but the simple fact was. She wasn't about to get no brain disease that had you frothing and foaming and otherwise being a mess of a person. And not even a hot mess, just a mess.