That night she caught a small turtle and ate it.
And threw it up.
She curled up in the backseat of a highway patrol car that was pocked with bullet holes and surrounded by bones. As night collapsed around her, she used spit and a piece of cloth to try to wipe the blood from her hands and arms. It left a brown stain.
She cried all night and finally fell into a weary slumber before dawn.
The hunger screamed at her until she woke up.