Watch the Breakdown
4. The journey through the forest, they said, was harsh, moving through itchy ferns and spiny twigs, spiderwebs caught in the face and pebbles wedging in her sore toes, with only the rugged dirt to caress each step. Nothing would bite her though, as if her blood were too sweet — or spoiled — to suck.
Read part 3! “it becomes her”
She was crossing a river one day in her journey and just stood for a while, mostly naked, letting the cold water alleviate her body’s pain. It was the same river the plane had crashed near, though now it branched and reached out over a wide valley floor. From where she stood, she suddenly noticed there was a house, strangely, and a couple of fences. It caused her to flinch at first, since there must have been someone watching.
She made her way onto land to find the house was part of a small village, yet no one lived in it. Chastity wandered through the dirt paths that were etched throughout the makeshift settlement — no sign of any soul whatsoever. At a ransacked shed, she pried it open and found there were jars of fruit and legume preserves and sealed wines stored up inside lots of cabinets.
“Jackpot,” she said out loud, and had her fun with those. Later, looking in the houses, she saw they had no beds, and no toilets, but she didn’t care. With her belly…
