They sat by the fire after a long day of hiking. Phoenix had been quiet all day. She had been unable to think of anything but what had happened early that morning. “Are you hungry?” Craven asked. “I think we still have some food left,” he said, looking through his bag. He took out a piece of the creature they had killed back in the ruins. He offered it to her. “It’s our last piece. Take it. You need to keep your strength up.”
“I don’t want it.” She refused his offering.
“Well, if you don’t feel like you can stomach meat, I could take a walk and see if I can scrounge up some berries. You liked those,” Craven offered.
“Thank you, but no,” she shook her head. She had no appetite tonight. She had killed before, but she had never enjoyed it. Only she had enjoyed killing Adam very much, and
