Molly never imagined that raw potatoes would probably be her last meal, but she was grateful for them.
She'd lost so much blood from the gunshot wound in her leg she was delirious.
A storm was fast approaching, and she could hear howling dogs and gun shots off in the distance.
The burned out building she was in offered little shelter, she would be lucky to make it through the night.
Wounded and on the run, she just took what she could to survive.
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