What we sacrifice...
Nyla pulled out a metal piece broken from a rusted pole. She was dizzy as she dragged her feet across the room, to the wall that read 342 zaiva. Her hand rested at her back, and the other rubbed her round, protruding stomach. She moaned as her weight doubled, closing her eyes to evade the pain. When she opened her eyes, she was taken aback by the rows of tally marks on the wall. Each signifying five zaiva each.
