His freshly cleaved arm laid on the floor between them.
“BUBBA!”
Marshall jolted awake, a cold sweat on his face as he panted. His eyes struggled to
regain vision at first as he frantically searched the room. Simple walls, a clean bed. “Where…”
“He’s awake!”
His head snapped to the direction of the familiar voice. Fionna smiled weakly at him,
coming from behind a curtain that divvied a part of the room off. “Hey you…” Marshall leapt to his
feet, the most panicked look on his face he could possibly make. “FIONNA!” She jumped back a bit in