After the sky was enlightened and darkened once, I was even tired of cursing myself. Maybe for the thousandth time, I wished I had been acting smart and keep one of the bandits alive for guidance. Or at least to have a stomach that can handle to eat whatever they're eating before leaving camp.
If you haven't eaten among the bleeding bodies before, please don't comment. I've been hungry before, but this time was different. I had been walking for more than half a day and the only thing that got into my stomach was water.
''Are these mushrooms edible?'' I had asked the fox once.
''How can I know? Do I look like a herbal encyclopedia or something?'' It said.
I was tired, hungry, and angry. I kept thinking about decisions that I could make differently to be in a better situation right now.
