GIGI'S POVAs I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.I had been living like a wild animal for weeks now, ever since I was cast out of my village. My parents had passed away, leaving me to fend for myself in a world that was cruel and unforgiving. And now, as I stumbled through the dense underbrush, I couldn't help but wonder if their curse had followed me here.I wondered why I'm the only one suffering this; it seems like Max, my brother, was a total difference.but not me. I was weak and frail, my body covered in scars from the countless battles I had fought with rogue beasts. And now, as I crouched in the bushes, listening to the low growls of approaching predators, I knew that my time was running out.Maybe it was the hunger ta
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