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Jamal had no idea what to do. He was so repulsed with himself that he couldn't form a coherent thought and had to fight back the urge to vomit. Absolute shame wracked his entire being. Em had never done anything to him (other than reject his advances) and that wasn't something he killed over. And to do this to a woman?! It went against almost everything he believe in. He'd lost himself to his animal AGAIN, had maimed an innocent with the intent to EAT her, and had wounded a woman.

He looked over right as her eyes closed and his stomach clenched; she was still alive for the moment. The dark puddle beneath her body told him that she wounded far worse than he had thought initially; he wanted to run and leave her there, but knew she'd never make it. Jamal couldn't and wouldn't bear the woman's death on his shoulders; death of those who deserved it were welcome burdens. Em did not deserve it

He knew he was ******** either way...as soon as they found out he had all but mauled her, he was toast. Out here, she had no chance of survival.

Jamal made the decision to try and right the decision as much as he was capable right now. He wasn't a doctor, but surely someone in the village could help.

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It took some time, but Jamal had made it to the village with Em draped in his arms, an absolutely haunted look on his face. He was going to take Emelyn to her duplex, but she would certainly never get the help she needed there. After quick, semi-rational thinking, he deposited her in the entertainment room on one of the couches, sure that someone would see her soon (be it cameras or people). He then fled back for the jungle, disappearing into the deepest possible place he could find.

An animal belonged in the jungle, afterall.

Once again, Billy had found himself wandering the paths out into the jungle. He had never been to a tropical climate befor his faithful trip to this island, and was finding it fascinating. And increasingly hot. He kept his shirt on, though, but the sleeves he had rolled up to his shoulders, showing off his shiny, blue and purple octopus skin. After traveling fairly deep, he was about to turn around to head back when he heard a strange bleet. Did they have goats on the island? But no... he could have sworn it sounded more like a profanity- he had a nack at picking those out.

"Who's there?" Billy finally called, hearing the rustling of movement and the dim sound of a voice. So long as it wasn't that Bobby, he'd be happy.

Billy stepped through the woods to see a rather startled looking man... with what looked like... tiny horns? Ah well, they all had something, didn't they? Billy idly and begrudgingly wished he had ended up with horns instead of tentacles. Although he probably would have been offended by those as well.

"Zombie? Wha' th'hells wrong with y'lad?" He raised an eyebrow, unable to stop his chuckle.

Billy blinked, raising an eyebrow, "Aaalrigh'..." He cleared his throat. Obviously, this man was a simpleton. "Are... y'alrigh' there, lad?"

"Eh?" Billy glanced up and back down to his arms again befor giving a laugh, "I think this hsoul' answer yer question?" He turned them over to reveil the twin lines of suckers down under his arms, wrists and palms.

"Wha th'hell's wrong wit' you, boy?" Billy laughed outright at the prayer, striding forward towards him, "Y'think tha's bad?" A tentacle slipped out from under his shirt, wriggling a moment just to be seen ebfor sliding back in out of the way, "Oh, nice horns, by an' by. Wha' th'hell're ye bein', then? A sheep?"