I look around for something to use but when I see the crude pencil in my hand, I lift it and act like I'm stabbed in the heart. I then roll my eyes back and lean back. I lay still for a minute before slowly rising up like a zombie.
CheeChee claps for me as the woman still looks at me with confusion. Exhaustion pulls at me before I feel myself slop down with defeat. Why am I even bothering? I plan on getting my strength back and killing Silas. That's it.
After sending that blast at him... I saw it only managed to scratch him. He's extremely strong. The chances of me facing him and surviving is slim. The woman watches me with concern before saying "You need to take the poison before sleeping some more. If you take it regularly, you should get your strength back."
