Briel came back from her run with some fantastic foods. She brought back corn, we havent seen corn in 6 months. Apparently there is a Windixie that hasnt been touched 8 miles to the south. I was told I could go with her tomorrow. Briel also brought me back a telephone from the store. She ripped it right off the wall. Its a black phone that has only one button missing.
"Well who would've thought you would bring back some corn!"
Everyone was very pleased and impressed with her skills. I thought of Briel as an older sister type. She always helped anyone in need, even if she was sickly or hurt. After dinner I went back to my tent. Shortly after I got settled into a book, Briel walked in. "Hey Little, we need to talk."
"Okay, whats wrong?"
"Skins were over in that area, by the store. Thats why it was left untouched. I thought I was going to run into some of them while I was in there."
"Why?"
"They left their mark on the window.."
"ARE YOU CRAZY? Why would you walk in there if their mark was on the damn window! That was careless and stupid of you! Have you told Hall?"
"No. And we arent going to. Look I have an idea. It will kill off some of them nasty bitters if we do it right. Just listen to me okay? You know how you are good with plants and we both are the fast runners in camp?"
"Yeah, what of it?
"What if we trick the Skins into eating something poisioned?"
"How do you mean?"
"You make some juice and let them eat it up and they will get sick and die, right?"
"1. They have to actually digest the poison and 2. They dont eat leaves they eat people."
"Look, i haven't shown anyone this but here.." Briel pulled up her pant leg to reveal a disgusting case of Gangrene. "I am dying anyway Darling. I will eat the plants and let them eat me."
"...What?"
"This group of skins is only 8 miles out. That is so close to home its scary. We have to do something about it. They moved that fast in less than three days. They could be on us any minute. I know you dont want to do this, but we are. Whip up some sort of concoction that tastes good for me but bites the skins in the ass. We'll leave tomorrow morning."
"Briel, I dont know if I can do that to you.. You.. just be gone.. Like that. Why didnt you tell me or the Doc about your leg? You know we could have fixed you up." I started crying. Here I am planning the death of Briel and she is already dying of something I could have prevented. We dont have the right supplies for amputation or trying to restore the blood to it. She would die from some sort of other infection if we amputated it.
"Goodnight Darla. I will see you tomorrow."
