Weakness

Food...I need food...at least a root or something...

I dragged myself through the woods. Finally, after much time, I reached a spring. But there was nothing to eat. I couldn't remember what roots were safe.

There must be a road somewhere....it's my last hope...even if the ones I'm running from find me...

With the last bit of strength I had left, I half crawled, half dragged myself into a clearing. Glancing around, I realized that there was a wide footpath or else a very narrow road running through it.

Thank the stars....

And I passed out.