After spitting, she sat up with a groan, looking around. Their entire group was slowly starting to regain consciousness... At least, the bipedal part of it.
She patted the black ball of fur next to her.
“Mysterious, wake up!” – no response.
She picked up the cat in her arms. It hung limply in her hands like a rag.
“Mysterious! Mysterious, what’s wrong?” she repeated with pain in her voice, bringing the cat closer.
The cat wasn’t breathing. Its heart wasn’t beating, and its eyes weren’t reacting to the light.
“Mis... Mis...” a heavy lump formed in Beata’s throat.
Pressing the lifeless creature to her chest and burying her face in its fur one last time, she burst into bitter tears.
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