Chapter 29
Terrill and the two homeless guys reached a quiet country road and started walking down it side by side. Actually, I shouldn’t be excluding myself, Terrill thought. Three homeless guys.
Terrill was starting to feel the effects of being stabbed. He was amazed that he didn’t fall upon the two humans walking next to him, that he didn’t rip them to strips of bloody meat. He could sense their blood flowing through their bodies, just inches away, but somehow, it didn’t call to him. Besides, he liked them.
He was weak, but was resigned to staying weak until he could find some other way of replenishing himself.
Blood didn’t even sound all that good to him right now. That broth Perry had fed him...he had a hankering for some of that broth, which, according to the Perry, had contained
