She'd been supplying their meat for a while now, and sooner or later she was going to get caught. She'd made her choice. She was going to reveal herself. After all, she needed to find her brother; she hadn't seen him wandering around the camp. He was ill, just ill or wounded. "What if he's not?" A small voice asked in the back of her head. "What if he's dea......."
"Shut up!" She said out loud then shook her head sadly. This was why she needed to talk to people. Otherwise she would go........ she would go crazy. Where was he? Oh there. Talking to that stupid bimbo. "Well," she muttered quietly, "here goes nothing."
