She felt she would never warm up, the cold piercing through her body quickly became the normal state. She had stopped missing being dry. She could not shiver anymore; the slightest movement caused her wounds to stretch and tear.

Moments of lucidness interrupted the escape of sleep. The stomach twisting sounds of a fight nearby reminding her of the terror of being noticed in someone’s territory. Car horns blasting her muscles into readiness. The ever present hunger threatening to eat her from the inside.

With her back to the rough wall she focused on her shallow, raspy breathing, and waited to die.

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