31) Everything is starving here. Starved fox course starving rabbits. The clouds are rainless wisps. Dry leaves rattle along empty stream beds. Can anything here survive another day? Do living things here consume just enough to be able to search for just enough tomorrow? Repugnant to live in perpetual want.
I did not remain at the pool long enough to understand those people, and they were certainly well fed, but I know they too have ugly, repetitive hungers. Staying clean, maintaining their girth, replacing bullets expended through the crosshairs. I am beginning to hate this place I have just begun to cross. And everything in it.

The awful night passed. It is dawn and I am alive. My wound has been cleaned and dressed. I am groggy, dull with analgesics, but I see a shadow pass across the threshold: Dr. Creep. Blessed Dr. Creep.