The Undead girl

“Twenty years ago, a giant hunting group came upon my mother and decided she was good enough for dinner.” When Nehemey spoke, it was toneless and emotionless. “My mother ran for her dear life, and hidden within her voluminous cloaks was the baby she desperately wanted to save, me.”

“She was only one woman though, and already sick so she was no match for the giants, they hunted her down and ripped out her throat, and the starving giants feasted on her flesh in the same mountains. I remember everything, the sounds they made as they tore into her, as they swallowed her.”

Adrian frowned. “Impossible. You said you were not even born.”

“I was nearly due, I remember even being inside my mother’s womb. I remember her gasping breaths when she ran, her scream when she was caught, her pleas to spare her baby’s life but the giants didn’t understand her native language.”

How difficult was it to spot a pregnant woman? Adrian wasn’t sure it would have ever made a difference if they understood her la