Chapter 17

Without any dignity, I got up, feeling my body still strange, as if that creature had left more questions behind. I walked to where my bed was, to where I could lie down and try to rest until the next day. But as I did this, as I really leaned my head on what was my improvised pillow, I cried.

I don’t know why I seemed to be crying, I don’t know what exactly had happened, but I cried as if all the weight in the world had fallen onto my head. My body felt strange, my mind felt strange. I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t want to be part of this, I didn’t want to be a prisoner, I didn’t want to be inferior, but I was. And a strange, deadly creature had sought me.

Maybe others were looking for me the way she had, maybe I could die at any time because of those creatures that killed others without the slightest remorse. It terrified me, it scared me, I was scared. I think that was the first time in my life that I was really scared.

As much as hunger and despair had mad