There’s always a face in the crowd. There’s always a way. There’s always a need to find the truth. Didn’t matter how much she wanted to bury it deep into the recesses of her brain. The hunger was there.
She took the safety pin and threaded her arm. Blood droplets ran down onto the ground. She knelt and licked her pain. No one noticed her odd behavior. She really wanted a pretzel. But she needed to avoid saltas per her doctor’s recommendation.
She breathed in deeply, started to sprint and grabbed the baton. She spoke into the walkie talkie “let’s get to work.”