Kriss had walked and walked and walked. She was using the sun to try and keep a more or less southward direction but she had no real way to know how correct she had been. She had tried to follow the curb of the street but there was so much rubble accumulated along the way that she often had to go round them, which broke her orientation sense.<br/><br/>She did not dare to rest, she did not dare to sit. She was totally lost in her permanent silence and night. Her remaining sense were saturated with her agony. At some point, she had stumbled over some unseen obstacle. Unable to catch her balance, she had fallen hard on her back onto a pile of rubble. For hours she had tried to stand up, her legs desperately contorting searching for something to hook on. The yoke was too heavy for her now and she could not even see where to go to find something to brace against.<br/><br/>She managed to push herself over a few yards until her stamina had been all used up. And then she waited, waited and waited. Waited for something to happen, for someone to find her or for death to take her. In the sun she was sweating profusely. As she could not close her mouth, she had kept drooling until her mouth was totally dry and parched. She was terribly thirsty. She knew she could last three days before dying of thirst. This was going to be a horrible death.<br/><br/>From the change in the temperature, she knew the sun was about to set. She was moving weakly, mostly to chase away the flies that were driving her crazy with their constant crawling over her body and into her mouth. Suddenly she felt something touching her. It was hairy, it smelled like an animal. And the moment later, a warm stream of pungent liquid splashed over her face.<br/><br/>Dog pee! she immediately realised. This was the ultimate humiliation. The dog was peeing on her, asserting its property. Was it going to eat her alive? She shivered. Still, she was so thirsty that she turned her head so as to collect as much of the foul liquid as she could. The taste and the smell were disgusting, but it soothed her parched mouth and lips and felt as ambrosia as it flew down her burning gullet.