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Carrying with his hands around thirty twigs, Lewis finally comes back at the camp.

"Hope they are enough, Everett."

"Have you found a cane for me?" Marcy asks.

"Yup!"

He hands Marcy a one meter-long cane.

"Thank you. Now I can walk alone without problems."

"Sure."

From near them a gobbler leaps from a bush.

"Nice."

Alma dashes and grabs the bird's neck. Her hands looks covered by some black goo, that after a moment gets solid and armour-like. She digs her claws inside it's throat and starts diggin, careless of the bird's painful sounds. As a puddle of blood covered the grass, the girl starts tearing the animal apart.

"Good...I missed the taste of blood..."

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