Little excerpt from chapter 5, going live today or tomorrow!:
You glare. “I’m not eating anything from this - place.” You wave vaguely at the room. The splintered walls. The single drafty window. “For all I know, you poisoned it.”
Sasha blinks, then looks at the still there bowl of rations. “Why would we poison it?” she asks, genuinely puzzled. “It tastes terrible already.”