Later that night I woke up to a smell, it stank of infection and pus. As I walked down to the living room, the smell intensified, until I could barely breathe. I undid his shirt and saw a cut running across his chest from armpit to armpit, crossing his nipples. It wasn't deep but it was infected, very infected; it was green and yellow pus was coming out of it. The boy was still sleeping, but now I understood why he was crying when I brought him here. All I had was a first aid kit that I brought with me when I got here. I applied disinfectant to the wound, but that only woke the boy and made him cry out in pain. I then applied a bandage, which made him scream even louder. That night, I made an even stupider decision. The next morning, I went to the government building and announced that I would leave in the afternoon. They looked at me like I was crazy and asked me why; I ignored the question and left the room. When I got home, I packed my bag, checked out the house and left. When I was about to leave town some men came out of nowhere....