It will be safer.”We all managed to stumble out of bed, and hold hands. Together we wandered into the darkness. The room was not that big, but we se...med to walk forever before I found a wall with my free hand.We followed the wall until we reached a corner. There was nothing there.The lights then came on. After our eyes adjusted, we found that we were catty corner from where we wanted to be. There was only one mattress in the room.Beside the front door was another box of food. All the trash from. “What do you call the collection?” I asked as tears filled my eyes.“Mother,” Jer whispered.I crumbled inside. Five years after her death, Jer was still haunted by the loss of his mother, my wife, our family. I cried, letting my tears flow as I moved around the couch and sat next to him. He stiffened at my first hug and then looked at my tears and sagged against me.“I miss her so much, but her memory is fading,” he sobbed. “I don’t want to forget her, Dad.”“You won’t. We can’t. She was and. Partly for affect, and partly whilst she silently rehearses what she’s about to say.Then she introduces herself – her voice low, her accent so confusing that we actually subtitle her ‘English’. “Allo ... Em Pow-Ool-ah Moooo-uto ... Em twanty an sveren jars ... Em Romanan. Em haar for av sex wit dorg.”Caption: “Hello. I’m Paola Muta. I’m 27 years. I’m from Romania. I’m here to have sex with a dog.”She smiles after completing her statement, apparently proud that she got it all out – despite how. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once,.