
It was during a moment of sobriety as his husky breath exhaled that he felt the sensation of someone approaching, the scuff of steps here, the muttering of words there; enough to draw the digger's mind out from within and turn his head to the woman who looked upon him.
Perhaps it was starvation once, but old habits die hard,he husked out, turning his eyes back to the meal of rotting sinew. It was not quite free, but the man was getting close - gaining ground so to say.
