I look at Evelyn lying on the ground. We spent three hours looking for a place to hide and found a deep, six-meter hole with a seven-degree slope, which created a spot where we wouldn't be easily found.
After we got here, Evelyn gave me some food and said we should rest so we could continue the journey toward the 3rd wall behind us.
Now we're here "resting," but I can't sleep. My heart races, my breathing becomes a mess, and I break out in a cold sweat every time I try. But Evelyn is managing to sleep.
She's sleeping after setting up numerous lines outside to alert us if anything gets close.
I stare at her sleeping. It's strange. She doesn't move at all; the sound of her breathing is almost zero, and her chest barely moves, as if her heart has stopped. But she's alive.
I don't understand how she can slow her heartbeat and breathing so much that she seems dead. It's kind of scary because I really thought she had died until I saw her chest rise and fall slightly every two minutes.
