When I heard the eight girl being marked I stopped and leaned against a tree. My feet were covered in wounds, big sores opened up on my soles and when I looked over my shoulder I could see the trace of blood that I had left behind. 

The pain when I picked out the sticks and rocks and the thorns from the goddamn vines was excruciating.

Trixy was tired and hungry and I was down on my last ounces on internal energy supplies.

I was preying that they all stayed busy with the ...