Every kid knows the signs of taint. Fever. Pale skin. Black snot, black spit, black blood — when he starts coughing now, he doesn't stop. He doesn't look too close at what comes up.
His forehead peels, where he started to scratch out the itch in his skull. Couldn't stop that neither. It gets a little better, a little nearer the others, the changed ones. They're slower to alarm. They're starting to recognize him.
Lost cause.
"Get it over with," A hand smears the back of his mouth. Skin goes with it. Held out in the warrens a while, but when he starts coughing now, he doesn't stop. Too loud. Luck was always gonna run out. "I'm done."
give me the boy
Every kid knows the signs of taint. Fever. Pale skin. Black snot, black spit, black blood — when he starts coughing now, he doesn't stop. He doesn't look too close at what comes up.
His forehead peels, where he started to scratch out the itch in his skull. Couldn't stop that neither. It gets a little better, a little nearer the others, the changed ones. They're slower to alarm. They're starting to recognize him.
Lost cause.
"Get it over with," A hand smears the back of his mouth. Skin goes with it. Held out in the warrens a while, but when he starts coughing now, he doesn't stop. Too loud. Luck was always gonna run out. "I'm done."
His fingers scrape the edge of fallen prybar.