Marina: "Yeah." She stood and stretched. She walked outside and gathered some berries. She had a few bushels of them when she walked back. She honestly enjoyed the privacy, forgetting people were out to kill her. She saw Dawn on the ground and leaned next to her. The knife was still in her neck. She fell to her knees. "Sorry." She muttered. She decided to bury her.
Dawn: her hand twitched and she moaned quietly. She wasn't completely dead.
Marina: she gasped and pulled the knife out. She was amazed at how strong this girl was. Putting the berries on Dawn's lap she slowly lifted her, tears running down her face as pain shot through her torso and broken arm. She ignored it and took her into the cave. She took of the shirt Marcus had given her and started to bandage Dawn's neck with scraps of it. She laid her down and went over to the deer. She took a piece of its skin and fur that had dried over the past day, and wrapped it around her chest, tying it off. It made her seriously uncomfortable, wearing a dead animal, but it was really better than nothing. She walked back and started to care for Dawn again. She had started slightly breathing again.
