"Gob choke cray mana taka, ig toona far meeter tala egan it" *The jokes on you biker, I couldn't talk straight to begin with* Entaru roared shaking his bloody fist after Shiro.
Entaru groaned as the hunger came back. Unless he could find someone quick, he was going to be in a lot of pain tonight. Entaru stumbled in the direction that the motorhome drove away to. Maybe there was a city, maybe there was a fort, maybe there was a camp.
Wherever they were going...there was bound to be people...lots of people...lots of food.