CHAPTER THREE
Mila attacked the ration like it had cursed her mother. She took two big bites out of it, coughing as it refused to go down without a fight. "Miammiam... I was so hungry..." she said, hitting her fist on her chest.
"Those are the only rations I could find," Flora said.
"They'll do."
"I got the same amount for me, but I eat a lot less, so they'll last longer."
"Well, alright. But don't starve yourself on my account, help yourself freely, okay?"
Flora smiled and turned her leg inwards, digging a hole in the dirt. "Sure."
Mila finished the dry rations and pounded her chest to make it go down. It was terrible, but she needed food. The night had been exhausting, she was tired, injured, cut and bruised, scared out of her mind, feeling guilty for ruining a perfectly good fore
