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on her belly. The
pain was less that way. When the female hit her, she drove her over
onto her back. A second after that, she was ripping at her flesh,
biting, feeding and she could not fight her. She was too strong,
too..... animal strong. And then the boy hit her hard, pouncing on her chest,
driving the air from her lungs, and before she could even react,
catch her breath back, he was biting at her throat.
    She felt the pulse of blood as he bit into her
jugular, and it sprayed across his face. She felt it go, felt her
consciousness drop by half, her eyelids flutter, flutter, flutter
and then close completely. And the biting was far away, and then it
was gone.
    ~The Feasting~
    The boy had her throat, but Donita had been
biting her way into her chest. She had felt her heart beating, and
she had been gnawing against her ribs when she felt it stop. They
had both calmed then, loosening the grips they had on her, and
settling down to feed.
    ~
    She glanced now at the calf that was less than
three feet from them, its huge moon eyes staring curiously at them.
The calf did not know death, had not seen it, she thought. It knew
its mother's tit, the sweet grass of the spring field, the warmth
of the sun and nothing else. It edged a little closer.
    ~
    She had killed the old woman. She had no use
for her at all. They had eaten so much of her flesh, that she was
useless to them. Couldn't sit up all the way. The boy had taken one
arm off at the shoulder and carried it away like a
prize.
    Donita had eaten so much that she had vomited,
but that had only forced her back to feeding until she was once
again filled. She had looked around the ditch and spied the rock.
The old woman had come back already, and she was trying to raise
herself from the ground, trying to raise herself and walk once
more. She had picked the rock up from the ditch. A big rock, but
she was powerful, and she had smashed the old woman's skull in as
she had tried to bite at her. They had dragged her into the woods a
little farther down the road, this place where they still
were.
    ~
    She turned again to the calf. The calf was not
what she wanted, but the calf would have to do for now. She let her
hand fall upon the boys thigh and they both sprang at the
calf.
    The calf did not have the time to react. It did
not even bawl. One second it was standing, and the next it was on
its side, Donita's teeth clamped tightly across its throat. A
second after that, it was sliding across the dew wet grass and into
the woods, one wild eye rolling and reflecting the silver of the
waning moon, as Donita and the boy dragged her into the
trees.

CHAPTER
TWO
    Strangers And Friends
    ~ March 27 th ~
    Smoke from the many fires hung close to the
ground mixing with a heavy mist that had risen off the nearby river
and painting the fields white into the far treeline. As the sun
touched the edge of the horizon, soft red-gold light began to flood
into the world, reflecting off the ground mist, lighting it from
within
    Mike could feel the heat on his face as he sat
drinking coffee with Kate, Tim, Ronnie and Patty. Bob and Janet sat
close by. The rest of the camp was up and waiting with
them.
    Janet had organized some helpers, and a
breakfast that included cold meat from the evening meal, oatmeal
cooked in a huge pot she had salvaged from somewhere, and something
that was a cross between a biscuit and a pancake. She was cooking
on a large rectangular cast iron grill that Mike and Ronnie had
taken from one of the fast food restaurants and set up for her. The
resulting thick pancakes, or thin biscuits, depending on your
viewpoint, could be used to make sandwiches of the cold meat or
drowned with honey or Maple syrup from one of the nearby stores.
Mike had tried it both ways and some of the oatmeal as well. He had
eaten two thick sandwiches. He couldn't remember any time in his
life where he had consistently eaten the way he did now. His body
just seemed to crave and use more calories than it ever
had.
    As he