The smell of the cooking meat set my mouth watering, in
spite of its origin. We took our allotted strip and moved away from each other,
to consume our grim feasts in what privacy was available. The fleshly-grilled meat
warmed my cold hands and skinny arms. I stared at it, trying to forget where it
came from. Grimacing, I took my first bite. It was the first food I had eaten
in a week, and it was delectable. I swallowed as quickly as I could. It didn’t
stay down. I fell to my knees and vomited up the ghoulish bite.
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