July 30, 2017, 07:41 PM
How she had even managed to make it this far was beyond Zhenya. She'd crawled most of the way, but once fatigue and hunger began to set in, she'd just rolled and wandered wherever nature took her. Sad to say, that just to happened to mean rolling head first into wetlands where the insects ate at her wounds without remorse. Had she not been so tired, Zhenya might have been able to call for help, but her life was long gone anyway.
At the end, she was nothing more than an infested pelt, gone in the same way as those before her.
At the end, she was nothing more than an infested pelt, gone in the same way as those before her.