Just a Shiver

She babbled on and on
Clutching onto a lifeless limb of the man.
Who he was, she hadn't the faintest clue. 
Just that she chanced upon him on the way to get food. Past the houses that were the structure of a town, a little behind the old butcher house where the rounds were cut and steaks prices too high, a way left there he lay.
The girl was going through the leftover trash, hoping to score even the most meager of snacks. Low though the moan was, nonetheless it was heard. Jumped out of the bin, the refused-to-be beggar wandered her gaze. Was an animal injured, weak enough to steal? If so, luck shined down that day, for the exhaustion seeped through her shame. 
It was with disappointment that crazed eyes met the delay, for it was nothing but a ragged person near slain. Luck did shine down that day. Not for the one who remained upright but to the tough old one with not as much as a swig of spirits to get into a daze. 
"Do you have any to spare? Little gutter rat? Does no scorn affect the hungry?"
The girl stared at him with dead in her eyes. "You're hungry; you know as well as me." Spoken flat, without so much as a single crack.
A dead cackle sounded back. He wheezed and coughed. She didn't even get so much as a watch from all that. But there she found herself, clutching that strange man's hand till the sky turned black and his heart spewed, shattered, and splat. 
The little beggar girl left that night with an empty stomach and little else. Other than the hollow lump in her chest. If she were destined a fate such as that, was there a gutter rat such as her that would bother? A shiver crept up her spine and the hungry girl continued on her way.