Chapter 27 a Cannibals

At the sound of his voice, Becca stopped lashing her head and opened her target-like eyes. She could hardly recognize him now that he was healthy and in nice clothes. “Ro-Robert? Is-is-is it you? Really, you?”

Iggy nodded and cut in between her and Derson. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed himself into her. Attempting to cover as much of her body as possible, he spread his hands across her back and arched his shoulders up and around her. He dipped his chin into her shoulder, inhaled all of her scent, and then peered up along her brown arms. Many shallow bites and cuts lingered across her skin. He caressed the rough scabs with his fingers and pulled back to look at her dry lips and the dark shadow across her eyes. “You can’t drink from yourself,” he said. “It doesn’t work like you think it would.”

She pulled her head forward, reaching to be deeper in his embrace. “I have nothing else,” she claimed. “They’re starving me.”