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Thick blood bubbled up from the slashing wounds to his torso. More blood filled his throat, choking him. Every breath was gurgling agony. His only consolation was that he didn't have many breaths left.
His friends sat beside him, eyes wet. All except the leader, who stood watching the road. "They'll be coming soon." She looked down at him sorrowfully. "We have to move on."
"Stay with me until the end," he tried to say. "Please. It won't be long."
But the words only came out as wet coughs. And there was no one left to hear. They were gone.
