Faye woke up startled and found Amber sitting beside her nervously, “Hey, how do you feel?” Faye sat up groaning, “Like s**t,” She grumbled stumbling to her bathroom. Amber followed behind her, Amber stressed, “Um I don’t think after being blown to bits you should be walking after sleeping for three days.” Faye sighed, “Three days? Damn, I must’ve been tired before I died. Usually, it’s like five hours or something.”
Shocked that this seemed to be such an occurrence she had other times to compare it to, Amber barked, “This has happened before?” Sighing, Faye hated having this conversation with lovers. It always ended the same, they said they were okay with it until they had to watch her get her head brutally skewered off.
And those of some of the strongest stomachs ran for the hills.
