PoV Gustavo
"Romero! Have you gone crazy? If you drink that, you'll die! Haven't you seen what happened to the others?" My mother pulled me away by the right ear from drinking the murky water sold by a street vendor.
He had probably gathered that water from the many puddles of water that were laying on the ground. We were currently walking in the middle of a place that smelled of shit, full of mud and water. There were some plants around us; I could see and feel a bunch of crabs on the ground, but I was too exhausted to bother with them; if they wanted to feast on my toes, I would've gladly let them. The few people around the large procession were mostly farmers willing to sell anything for a few pieces of scrap metal.
"But mother…" I was dying of thirst; I could barely think anymore; to hell with any possible chance of dying; I just needed one sip.
