Christ blinked rapidly. His head was spinning as he forced himself to sit up to block out the sun's glare. Realizing he had been unconscious for too long, Christ got up.
"Are you awake?"
Anne's question made Christ clear his throat, then sat down next to Anne, who was enjoying some bread on a fallen tree trunk.
"What happened? Where are the others?"
Anne finished her food, then looked at Christ, who looked dazed after being unconscious for almost twelve hours.
"You don't remember? Try to remember something."
"Oh God! I'm so glad you woke up soon, Christ! We wouldn't have known what to do without you! There's not enough food, other than the food stolen by people who think only of themselves and don't want to share!"
Clarissa's harsh words didn't make Anne embarrassed or uncomfortable
