Every move from your hiding place was a big risk of being caught by the CRM, but you needed to eat. The darkness made it harder for others to see you, but also making it harder to see what was waiting for you.

A few metres through the forest you heard footsteps, quick and uneven, then a kind of groan, like being in pain. You immediately grabbed your torch and pointed it into the direction and realised it was a man who’s left hand was missing.

"..help…“ he croaked out, nearly passing out