Night had fallen, and thousands of insects, buzzing одержимо, had taken over the impenetrable forest. She was covered from head to toe with tiny flies and муравьев that she could feel but couldn’t see. Scratching only made the itch хуже того, or caused little sores that kept bleeding. Thirst and fear dominated; she was long past the stage of worrying about spiders and змеи.
She was tired, so incredibly tired. She couldn’t keep this up. The cold metal of the barrel stabbed her in the back. Trying to escape was futile. They had stopped. It was pitch-black and she had no idea where she was. She could hear the sound of voices further on, whispers, could smell the запах of пот and cigarettes. Orange советы горит вверх, floating in the darkness. Her knees shook.
Suddenly, he turned on a torch. A beam of light светило over the damp травы at the edge of the forest.