Hunger has made me reckless. Ignoring warnings, I find a small gap in the fence and enter. No one wants to accompany me.
Digging up the soil, I eat roots and tubers. The rumbling in my stomach has stopped. I don't feel guilty about the uprooted plants.
I lie down in a dark corner. Pleasant sleep overtakes me.
Gunshots wake me up. Bullets have entered my body.
The end will be quick. I'm happy I'm not hungry.
I hope they'll find my meat delicious.