["Put extra dampeners on the kid," one says. "Take Samuel's body, they can't find us here."
Someone is performing some sort of last rite over the fresh corpse before they wrap him up and haul him after. Someone who must've been his friend spits at Laura, enraged by the loss. And all the while, Laura does what she can think to do — screams, thrashes, and causes a ruckus as loud as she can manage. They're being taken, and if someone can hear, can rush to help—
But then something hard swings and hits her upside the head, this time unavoidable, impossible to heal, and her bell is rung violently enough that it steals the air and voice from her. Something warm rolls down the side of her head, across her cheek. She blinks and struggles to stay conscious from it. The person almost goes for another swing, but the one in charge puts a hand out.
"Don't kill her, we need all the bodies we can get."
Laura sways in their grasp, looks to Poe, brow furrowed.
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Someone is performing some sort of last rite over the fresh corpse before they wrap him up and haul him after. Someone who must've been his friend spits at Laura, enraged by the loss. And all the while, Laura does what she can think to do — screams, thrashes, and causes a ruckus as loud as she can manage. They're being taken, and if someone can hear, can rush to help—
But then something hard swings and hits her upside the head, this time unavoidable, impossible to heal, and her bell is rung violently enough that it steals the air and voice from her. Something warm rolls down the side of her head, across her cheek. She blinks and struggles to stay conscious from it. The person almost goes for another swing, but the one in charge puts a hand out.
"Don't kill her, we need all the bodies we can get."
Laura sways in their grasp, looks to Poe, brow furrowed.
Looks bad, huh?]