Adora pulled the last piece of chicken from the wooden skewer they used for grilling. Her hands were greasy, and so were her lips. She chewed slowly, savoring the savory taste she hadn't tasted in a long time.
"We're like two people lost in antiquity," she murmured with a small smile.
Eric laughed softly. "Ancient times but with pocket knives."
"And a dead smartphone," Adora added as she pulled out her cell phone with a cracked screen. "They're just bag weights now."
"At least we still have matches," Eric said, pointing to their small campfire. "Our ancestors would be proud that we can make a fire without rubbing stones."
Adora looked at her, then pointed at her stomach. "I'm full. For the first time since. I don't know the last time I felt this way."
"When was the last time you had
