'You have to accept this, Shar. There may be no way to save him. I know what I'm talking about. Would you just say something, please? Shar'if he dies, and comes back, he'll be as dangerous as the armless guy back there. He won't hesitate to, to attack you. Shar, can you even hear me?'
The girl stepped on the brake and the car shuddered as it decelerated, throwing Nilla against the seat back in front of her. When it came to a complete stop dust surrounded them like a brownish fog. It came in through the shattered window and filled Nilla's already dry mouth, making her gag.
'I'm so sorry.'
Shar's voice was tiny in the car, almost lost in the sound of the engine pinging and the chiming cascade of glass spilling off the backseat. 'What was that? I don't understand,' Nilla said.
'I'll take care of him. Look, I am so, so sorry.' Shar was weeping. She reached up and smeared the back of one hand across her nose. 'Please, Nilla. You were really nice to me. I want you to know I feel bad about this.'
Nilla stared at the back of the girl's head as it shook with emotion. She made no attempt to start the car back up again. Nilla understood, of course. She pushed the napkins into Charles' wound as best she could and fastened the seat belt across both of his arms, just in case. Then she pushed open the door and stepped out onto the fractured surface of the desert. The car pulled away from her as soon as she had closed the door, Charles and Shar heading east without her. In a minute they were lost to the heat shimmers coming off the burning sand.
END OF PART TWO
Monster Nation
Chapter One
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Ears flicking back and forth, nose up and into the night breezes, the kit fox trotted to the back of a creosote bush and pawed at the ground. Something didn't smell right but she was hungry after a long day curled up in her den and she needed to hunt. She looked up, around, her black eyes drinking in the tattered dribs and drabs of starlight available. Far, far away from city lights this night, this moonless desert, was one of the darkest places on the surface of the earth.
The vixen dipped her head and sniffed at the ground, at a narrow pit in the sandy soil. Grains of mica and dust spilled down into the hole as she nosed it. In an instant, far too fast for human eyes to discern, her forepaws were inside the hole, her claws sunk into the tiny body of a shrew. She hauled the animal up to her mouth and set out for the safety of her own den where she could feast at her leisure.
Without bothering to make herself visible again Nilla reached down and scooped up the fox with her numb, chapped hands and shoved her face deep into the animal's throat. She had bitten through the jugular vein and consumed the fox's slight flicker of golden life before the animal could even begin to fight.