11. Plastic BagsIt was only a few seconds into walking before Sabienn stood in his first bag of s**t.
The ground colour was deceptive and it seemed like stable soil. But as his foot penetrated and split the plastic wrapping and the waste stained his boots, the bowel odour came to greet him. For this trip into hell where he was on the lowest of lows, the experience had just become less enjoyable.
Chakk trudged on splitting bags with abandon and was focused on moving toward a large clump of trees in the distance.
A body lay on the side of the track of a man face down. Once Sabienn spotted that he then saw more up the track. The dead lay where they fell and their pockets were stripped. Finding them was still a shock to Sabienn, but ignoring them seemed to be the done thing.
As he walked,
