Zane looked at the Prince who was enjoying the last rations of his fruit bar and the juice box and he placed one hand on his stomach, his entire body tense. He had been in this place for more than three days and he had not had a drop of water or food. Zane had given it to the Prince who asked him where he had gotten the bread and water. Cognitive dissonance, for the NPCs in the game, they saw what fit their reality, his gun was a sword and the juice box was water. Refreshing water.
His cracked lips opened and closed as she gasped out loud. He was so hungry, so hungry and so thirsty but Zane knew he was not dying, his HP was at full point but the feeling of his stomach being torn in bits due to his hunger was even present.
Three more hours! Three more hours!
