We found a place to sit where the branches were so dark, it felt like the sun had already set. I was grateful for the chance to take a break. But without the light, it was also unbearably cold. “This could not get any worse.” I closed my eyes when suddenly I felt the barrel of a g*n pressed against my neck.
I heard the sound of handcuffs and several men speaking German, French, and English. Something, something, “American Military—” Something, something, “—raised reward—dead or alive.” These people weren’t police; they were bounty hunters.
“But what about—?” One man with a German accent motioned to my stomach. “She is pregnant?”
Another man laughed. Something, something, “—medical experiment, harvest the little abomination.”
A different man put me in handcuffs and leg cuffs before putt
