The rain slanted down sideways, sluicing away the bloodstained palm fronds on the ground of the desolate village.
Riley walked amongst the bodies, human and demon, checking for signs of life. One to save, the other to extinguish.
A feminine groan caught his attention and he rushed forward. Patting down the black Kevlar, he searched for wounds as he turned her over.
“Don’t move,” he cautioned. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m okay,” the brunette grunted. “Just help me up.”
Noting the determination in her eyes, he held out his hand.She gripped it firmly, smiling. “Name’s Sam. And you’re Finn, right?”
*** :ducks head: Sorry for the Sam!attack.