A small gagging noise was heard before the sour scent of puke added to the already disgusting aroma that lingered in the ground, as Sheila Marie and Ruby began to puke all over again.
Ruel coughed and threw up all the remaining sour fluid on his stomach, he massaged his chest real slow, and it eased as much as he inhaled the honey-rose and fresh garden outdoor air.
While he could tell the cough was in the throat or on his upper chest, he felt more convinced that he would get reasonably better while scrunching his face and wiping his mouth with his dirty cloth. This time-traveling aftershock was his nemesis. He still hadn't used it.
Ruel stands up and investigates the place. They were not in the woods anymore. However, he sees a garden bench, it was simple woods fixed together and colore
