Three more days passed.
My ribs were sore for some reason. It was unusual enough that I might have believed I'd been run over by a truck, judging by how much it hurt just to draw a breath.
Juliana was also limping slightly beside me. Her right knee seemed to be giving her trouble as well.
The strange part was that neither of us remembered hurting ourselves. So what was the cause? We had no idea.
The rest of the group wasn't faring much better… aside from Ray. I didn't know how, but that guy looked like he could still walk a mile while the rest of us struggled to get a few steps in.
To be clear, his condition wasn't actually better than ours.
In fact, he was in the exact same boat — starving, aching all over, and desperately forcing his body forward through sheer willpower. But I suppose I had just severely underestimated his grit and determination.
