My breath came in short ragged bursts. So what lies ahead of me I thought. Water dripped beside me wetting my leg. My leg. It was there. But I couldn’t feel it. It was jammed between two large stones. I was jammed between two large stones. In a crevice. In a mountain. I couldn’t move. I was thirsty. I could quench my thirst with the water. The hunger. The hunger was driving me mad. There was nothing I could eat. I looked at my leg. I had a knife in my pocket. I drew it. I must eat. I must.