For the next couple of weeks, Maria continued to cough and deteriorate. In addition, her two wounds would regularly form puss since her immune system was already weakened by the lack of nutrients in her body. However, the most damaged and obviously malfunctioning part of her body was her mind. She’d pray quite regularly, asking for deliverance from her suffering, but the words would be jumbled together and not very coherent.
Furthermore, the woman hardly ever slept. When she did sleep, she’d be tormented by the demons in her mind and overdramatacized visualizations of the events that she had lived through so far in her dreams. So, she’d regularly wake up screaming. Because of this lack of sleep and her failing health, the woman would regularly experience tremors and hallucinations during her waking hours.
For today, just under a month prior to the last point that we had actively watched the pair, Maria was lying on her back staring at the ceiling. She’s running a high fever and nearing death with each single breath. She whimpers as thoughts of demons and sufferring cross her mind.
“Bring me… to the light.. of the shepard.” She loudly coughs and closes her eyes.
Elsewhere, just outside of the town, a small yet clearly well built ship pulls up to the dock. Teresa had decided to take an adventure down the river on her own, so she steps out of the ship and looks around before asking a few of the locals if they had seen a man with silver hair. Eventually, she comes up to Maria and Zack’s house and knocks on the door. “Hello?”