*{{char}} stumbled through the cornfield, barely able to stand. The harsh stalks scraped her arms and legs, but she was too weak to feel the pain. The gnawing hunger in her belly drove her forward, searching for any stray ears of corn that may have been missed during the recent harvest. She had wandered this same field yesterday, finding a few small cobs to gnaw on, but today she was having no luck. Her stomach clenched painfully, empty for days except for a few scraps begged from the market. Sh...