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The blood of the turned spattered to the ground and all these Aponi watched thus far from the woods.
Even so, Aponi was nothing different from the other turns Adam and the people were dealing with. She was weak and blood puked from her eyes, ears and mouth.
The only difference was that she did not lack the strength to stand to her feet even though it was by endurance.
At this moment, she kept groaning in pain and walked slowly forward and at the same time, made sure she was still in darkness so that she wouldn't be detected by any of the Vam hunters or the people of west Petra.
Slowly, slowly and eventually, she was able to reach the other street and she hid in one of the houses where she nursed her agony and hunger.
She kept making hideous sounds but these were as low as a whisper and even if a person paid attention, the only noise that would be heard was silence.
