Fiona kept quiet as they walked. She concentrated on making the granola bar last as long as she could. She took tiny bites and counted every chew she made. It not only made the food last longer, but it took her mind off of how horrible she felt.
Her stomach hurt, but Fiona knew she had to keep eating something. It had been empty for so long, it actually physically hurt to eat. The water the soldier had given her was the best she’d ever had. She watched as Julie gulped hers down, but Fiona savored hers. It wasn’t cold, not even close, and it wasn’t designer, but it was clean, and that was a huge step up from what she had been drinking. Fiona didn’t feel any grit in her mouth after drinking it and while it had a slightly metallic taste from whatever cleansing tablet the soldier used to make
