CHAPTER 8
I believe it's safe to say that I've learned a thing or two in this my short miserable life. We weren't all created equal, there's a really remarkable standard that keeps hovering around, somewhere above the clouds. These standards do well to keep each and everyone of us in check, preventing certain uncertainties from falling out of place.
Out here, it's a two way street. No intersection, No junctions, just a straight road with no crooked ends. The rules are quite simple, be the predator or be preyed on. It's an obvious notion, in this story I'm inevitably the queen prey.
Do preys try to resist? Do they run? Are we to hide? What are the odds of surviving in this cruel realm where every odd seems as though it's against the weaker species?
All these I thought in that moment wi
