It’s Like Watching A Starving Pig Eat

It Was You And Me, Tom. We Did This To Them. To Us.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

It Was Her. It Was Teresa.

We Were Lining Up And Counting Off Nice And Easy Till You Came Stumbling Through Like A Doped-up Bull,' Minho Responded.

Good Try, Ya Bugging Shank. The Gathering Elects Runners, And If You Think I'm Tough, They'd Laugh In Your Face.