Shella stood there for a moment more, frozen as She watched Vincent slither away. Once He was out of sight did She go to see the person who had showed up. She honestly wanted to puke when She saw his mangled “corpse”, but somehow could She still tell He was alive, and went closer.

He was still somewhat conscious, his one remaining good eye opening to look up at Shella. He didn’t speak, that was rather hard to do with your throat torn open, but he seemed at least somewhat aware of things. That likely wouldn’t be for much longer, however.