He was r****g her.
He thrust into her hard, once, twice more, and let out a psychotic Elmo laugh. Blondie came at him from the side, leapt high, spring shoe slicing through the air, just missing his head as he ducked and ran away. She let out a furious hiss in his direction. Pivoting, she lunged-hopped back to shocker, reaching her as I did.
Our friend was in a wild state. Frenzied rage. “All of them!” she bellowed. “Dead! Fists through heads, swear to God!”
Any other girl would have been incapacitated after her ordeal. It seemed her ability to take anything thrown at her and fight the harder for it had no limits. Her more human than human fortitude made me discover more of my own. The cascading sensation lightened my dragging legs and aching back. We were still alive. We still had arms
