"...safe to eat, Chief? What if..."

"...been three days, I could devour a Skrat Gopher's butthole whole, lad..."

"...wow, that's really..."

"...mmmphmpphmphm..."

I crack my eyes open blearily, early morning rays sticking to my gummed up lids. Everything feels sore. I'm lying on a pile of dirt. Birds chirp overhead. Two people are eating my rations.

...oh. We're awake.