I woke up to a zebra failing to eat my shoe. Before I could stop myself I kicked it away, but it only moved a few steps away and watched me, as if waiting to try again.
I pulled myself slowly up to one foot, my broken leg sending jolts of pain up my body, as I tried to work out the best way forward. I was too big to ride it, even if I had any strength to do so. So instead, I wrote my coordinates on it.
It ran off as I realised 11 was hard to read.
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