Degradation of the Human ConditionChapter 4
Page slowly drifts back to wakefulness at the sound of talking. It isn’t very loud, more like a murmur, but it is constant. Instead of opening her eyes, she tries to get a sense of where she is. She’s obviously lying on the ground because, not only is it hard, but it feels gritty like sand. Something or someone keeps bumping into her leg and she can sense another presence up by her head. Then of course there are a couple voices, talking to one another in front of her. These voices are...