Once again, Manny offers me the last finger he has left, a right thumb. This time, I take it.
Not long ago, it would have grown back, but not anymore. I’ll never taste that thumb again, or any part of him that I eat.
He’s been this way for a month. One day, he just stopped being able to regenerate. I guess the Cambio screwed him.
The Cambio’s screwed us both another way, too. We’re lost.
We’ve been wandering through the shifting landscape ever since we left Roto’s cave. Our high tech equipment has been just as useless as our sense of direction.
And it’s starting to look like we won’t make it out of here alive.
“Have some more.” Manny pushes his fingerless left hand at me. “There’s still meat in the palm and forearm.”
Gently, I touch his arm. I’m so hungry, I could eat every
