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A small, stooped figure moved in the bright sunlight. It wasn’t… anywhere. The witch fell to the ground, knocked silly by his staff. His long, ratty hair swung heavily as he waddled along. Unceremoniously pulling the rest of his meal off the stick, he sucked it into his mouth and squished it like the other piece, sighing in deep pleasure as bug juice filled his mouth and throat. They were tied behind her. He was the last man on earth, and quite possibly, the last mammal living. Like him, she was dirty, naked, and covered with mud; thin and half-starved, as well. ‘Where’d you go?’ she thought at it. It could have been a sonic boom, and for a brief instant, very brief, he thought that it was. He hoped he didn’t find too many more – he was running out of his little whittled capture sticks.
