When the smell of woodsmoke overpowered the stench of the bloated dead, Sienna opened her eyes. Xander and Asada lay before her, both unconscious, the two sacks by her side, one moving as the dying rat shifted inside.
Sir Douglas stood over her with a triumphant smile. He clicked his fingers at the guards on the door. “Bring the stretchers. We need to transport them to the pens.”
His words echoed through Sienna’s mind as she struggled to get her bearings. She was still woozy from traveling so fast, carrying the weight of the sick and the dying, the heavy load of the plague virus dragging her down in some unknown way. She couldn’t stand up, she could barely breathe properly.
Sir Douglas ignored her as he opened the two sacks, his smile widening at what lay within.
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