1/21/2014

A Story A Day. Story 17 of 365: Hunger.

They hadn't eaten in days. Since the morning they had left the woods cabin. They had been supposed to arrive to the mountain pass that same day, but they got lost, and, now, it seemed to them that they had been walking in circles for what seemed forever.

Sally's stomach was rumbling, she knew she wasn't the only one, but she had never felt hunger in her life. She had been used to have a plate in front of her at every meal time. She started to wonder if all those fruits they had seen had been actually poisonous. Mike said they were, but what could Mike possibly know? She should have insisted, have Mike try them, maybe. But all the others had agreed with him.

Charlie was eyeing Sally, worried. How much longer would she hold it together? He talked to Mike, insisting on finding something to eat before sunset. Mike, stubbornly, wanted to press on, maybe they would find something further into the woods. Charlie discussed with him "There is no way there is something inside this fucking woods" he said "We have seen this rock at least a thousand times now!". Mike looked at him coldly "Do you think you can do any better?". Charlie shut up, took Sally by the hand and left on another direction.

When Sally and Charlie finally got out of the woods they couldn't believe it, they were weak, after so many days of starving, Charlie was half-carrying, half-dragging Sally along when the forest guards found them on the road. But they were alive. They were taken into the hospital so they could regain some of the weight they lost. Charlie explained everything to the forest guards and the police, and begged them to go find Mike. After days of searching, however, the search was interrupted. No one ever knew whether Mike had died in the woods.

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