Cannibal opened the zipper and saw what was inside. His deformed mutant mouth stretched from ear to ear into a twisted smile. His reddish-brown eyes shone like he was looking at treasure.
The bag was filled with canned food, some meat, and even sweets. The packaging was also clean and intact, utterly out of place in this wild prison, stirring nostalgia for the life he once lived.
Since arriving in this place, he had survived on bugs. He often had to fight chickens just to get a share. He also did not have access to drinking water. He had to collect droplets that gathered on the Mother Tree's leaves, waiting for them to form slowly before licking them off or catching them with his hands.
This kind of reward was enough to make him forget all the hardships he had endured until now. It was enough to drown out the part of him that still remembered freedom.
