Chapter Seven, Bodysnatchers, continued
Kara was dimly aware of being carried over a shoulder. Past the crook of a swinging arm she could see Seilu being dragged along by the same man who’d hit him with the blackjack. She felt so angry at herself for letting the fellow with the club get the jump on her while she was kicking his comrade that she half forgot to be worried about Seilu. She couldn’t tell from here if he was alive or not, but the bodysnatchers didn’t seem worried about him waking up, and that was a bad sign. Continue reading “Chapter Seven, Bodysnatchers, continued”