You have already prepared a bowl of broth and two aspirins. You know the drill from years of sharing our apartment and you know I would do the same fo...r you.“Yo dude! You really look like ass today,” you amusedly greet me with a mouthful of cereal, spitting some of it halfway over the table.I want a firm fuck you to leave my lips but can't manage to let out more than a hungover grunt. You laugh at me and suggest I first swallow the overdue pills and clear my throat with the salty broth.While I. Shoulder length brown hair framed her face and her sweater was pushed out in the front by her well-developed breasts. They too, were different than at the wedding last Summer."Tom, good to see ya." Grinned my Dad.He stepped in and shook Tom's hand heartily. Tom grinned and gave my mother a hug. He was a big guy; just as intimidating as I remembered him from last Summer. He stood about 6' 4", and had a powerful frame on him. He pulled Paula in close to him, and patted her hip."It's good to see. " Sighing heavily, he rested back into his chair."Well, maybe I'll get you some bells," I told him, a tired smile on my lips. I flicked on the lamp because it had gotten darker and for comfort."We found your human, Jordan," he told me and I felt my stomach seize with guilt; I'd forgotten about her. "In one of your copasetic moments, you told us to go back and look for her and any other survivors. I'm sorry; there were only two others that made it."The tears came as anger and frustration warred. The nineteen-year-old's training plan was simple. From her cabin in the middle of the forest, she would run to the different surrounding peaks, or knobs. She had ordered prep meals from a local service to be delivered the day she arrived at the cabin. Three days into her solo training trip, Wednesday, Sarah was feeling better. She was feeling focused and determined to push her limits. She had successfully made her way to Bald Knob as well as Ward and Snyder, making good time with each peak. She.