Eva Dee Monologue

Almost immediately the maggots gravitated over to her sick. She was dizzy and wondering. "What am I doing here? What happened to me? Is this Hell? I don't think I'm suffering memory loss. I have some memory at least but I don't know how useful what I know is going to be in a place like this. I am Everdeen St George. My Grandmother who raised me called me Eva Dee. St. George was a famous dragon Slayer. A bunch of stuff about plants, animals, decay...not a mortician...maybe an...owner of a Curiousities shop....I could put this whole place in my shop I'd make a bundle. I don't know I'm like an Alchemy, or metallurgy student...or I've studied it...hmm. Not much else I can recall." She lightly banged the back of her head on the wall of the cave
As well as a curative to turn the sheets to leather if I can get some sunlight or fire to dry them out. Entrails indicate they are not coprophagic. So it may be dung is another useable repellant. With those things over kill would not be a bad thing." The entire scene reminded her of a giant roadkill dump. Trip after trip she recovered the membraneous sheets and heads. SHe industriously worked the brain matter into the sheets using the hair which hadn't been scalped. Other scalps she used the hair and braided it to make usable bindings to roughly sew. The empty skulls she used by planting them on broken femur bones to attract the bugs away from the cave and keep a replenishable supply of
She pulled up clumps of black grass so she could find her way back to the cave. She'd stopped sweating. Despite the donation of fluid relief she felt like she had nothing left. WHen she came to a shallow well she planted her face in it carelessly, sucking in mouthfuls. She gulped like a fish out of water gulped air, never thinking about bacteria, gerrms or if any animals deficated in it, or died in it. She began to wonder if it had been stagnant.given it's soapy taste. The water was brackish and her stomach ached in a pulsation of sharp pains. Her eyes darted over to a familiar hum. A bug the size of a house cat looked like a cross between a dragon fly and a scorpion. It noticed her and she ran from it, hunched over and clutching her guts. She lost track of the bug, ready to collapse when it flew up and stung her on the foot and emptied the contents of it's poison sack into her. Each hair follicle felt like it was on fire in a wave all over her body.Her jaw locked in position. Her organs felt like they were being liquified. She passed