Marc and Alana belted Jay with their weapons. They saw Anat racing down the trail. Dried fruit was flying. All aimed at Jay. The two looked at each and smiled. They knew Anat wasn’t going to attack them. She wanted Jerry more than life itself. For some reason, Marc and Alana were going to do everything they could to stop Jay. They knew Anat was going to fight harder than ever.
Jay was wobbly. But he was still able to shoot glass. He aimed at Anat. He hit her in the boots. She went nuts. Raisins rained down on him. He was drenched in wine. An apple landed in his mouth. He looked like a stuffed pig. Barley was lodged into his eyes. Honey was dripping off his nose. Bugs were eating him.
An apricot shot into his ear. Blood-curdling screams were heard. He tried to lift his arm to shoot glass. As his arm went upright Alana saw he was bleeding. She shot wine right into his wounds. The alcohol stung. He fell to the ground. The three surrounded him and kept firing. They knew he could probably get up.
They took some fallen branches and placed them on top of him. They thought they should alert the police. But had no idea how to explain how he was taken out. Then they wondered if they should? They could say they were searching the camp and found him at the dam. Damn that dam.
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