Chapter 2

When I awoke, the ground was cold and rough. I felt the steady rhythm of me moving. I felt the stabbing in my arm. I felt bodies squeezing me. I opened my eyes. They fell upon women with dirt streaked faces. I heard honking. We were on a train. I closed my eyes again.

I opened them. I heard the screeching of the car door opening. A man with a face of many scars threw in a hunk of bread. It was quickly devoured by three woman in the front.

"Wait!" I called as he started to close the door. My voice was scratchy from lack of water. "We need some mor-" But he was gone.