Indigo stood over him, firing into the crowd, protecting him. "Don't touch him," she told the Pure. As they glanced at Indigo, who was glowing strangely, they didn't fire in his direction. Indigo fingered her experimental granola bar. Maybe she would force Toby to take a break with it.
Sherri awoke with the realization that the Pure thought she was already dead. That was the only reason she awoke at all. But the pixie still had a fragile glow, and Sherri felt she must protect her.
With a grunt and a lot of painful movement, Sherri rolled herself over the pixie, making herself an inhuman shield, and played possum, the only thing she could do. Her vision was obstructed by shadows and exhaustion, and she was weakened by hunger.
What? Hehehhe, Indigo and Toby are so random they are perfectly suited for each other. :3
I've got I think 26 pages left now.

