“There’s a blanket wrapped around me, and sunlight is seeping in from the edges of the blanket. There’s still embers from a fire, but the flames are gone.
I smile thinking of last night, but then a horrible hunger overtakes me. I look up and see Ramses eating, and then the smell hits me. It’s not something I’d normally consider a good smell, but from my terrible hunger, I feel myself salivating at the scent.
“Can you lie to me,” I ask Ramses.
“What do you mean?” he says, holding a chunk of meat in his hand.
“I’m hungry,” I say. “But I don’t want to eat spider meat.”
“Oh,” he says, nodding. “I see. Well...you’re in luck then, because while you were sleeping last night I went out to pee...and I saw a chicken walking by.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Yep,” he says. “It was a nice big chicken, and I just hit it with a rock, de-feathered it, and roasted it over the fire while you slept.
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