Ezra
Three days.
Three whole days of walking.
My feet hurt.
My legs hurt.
My back hurt.
At this point, I was pretty sure parts of me that I didn't know existed hurt as well.
Lysandra wasn't doing better either.
The only difference was that she complained about it openly while I suffered in silence.
Well.
Mostly in silence.
We had spent the last three days surviving however we could.
When we got hungry, we caught whatever unfortunate animal crossed our path.
When we needed water, we drank from streams.
When night came, we slept on tree branches because we woke up to find that rats had eaten our remaining food, plus the height made it easy to spot anything that might be suspicious, even in the dark.
The first night, I almost rolled off the branch and broke my neck.
The second night, Lysandra laughed so hard she nearly fell off hers because she was bitten by a giggle fly.
Needless to say, it had been a miserable three days.
"Ezra, wait up."
