You open your eyes slowly. A tent. Voices nearby. A strong food smell. It's night.
You get up too quickly, the room spins; you feel weak.
Outside, several men, all ages are gathered around a bonfire. They are roasting an entire animal over the fire.
"Hi there, still alive?" yells one of them with a grin on his face.
They stop talking and stare at you. The hippie waves and shows you an open spot between the old man and her.
" you've been out for hours! You must be starving!" she gets up, takes a huge knife and carves a piece of the animal. She hands you a wooden bowl with a big chunk of meat. Real meat...
You look at the bowl, look at her, then look back at the meat. You feel nauseous. Your stomach, more concerned about survival, starts growling.