[This is where it gets difficult. Ellie lays a hand over her side, gliding her fingers over the places that still ache when it gets cold. The breaks that showed up on her x-rays with John.]

I started... crawling. I think some ribs were broken by then. I don't remember. But I spotted his machete.

And he just... came out of nowhere, started kicking me.

He told me I could try begging.

I didn't. I told him fuck you.