Prologue402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡesnNKqglpG
I was running.
My breathing was ragged, coming out in heaving pants as I jumped over yet again another dead body.
Death was everywhere.
Littering the ground in small piled groups of bodies, staining the grass in wildly spilled metallic blood, sprinkling the brush with it's raining ashes, and darkening the sky with it's thick clouds of smoke.
It only smelled of sulphur and death, the viscous odor of burning flesh stinging my nostrils as the screams of terror and begs for mercy grew louder, resounding over the sharp cry of a baby in my arms. An overwhelming sense of resentment and grief filled me, and I let out a choked breath, breathing in a smoke-filled one.
I held my breath for as long as possible, already having covered the child's face with her blanket, which muffled the sound of her wails. I didn't know what I was running from, nor did I undersand where I was going, but my feet seemed to lead the way and I let them.
What I did know was that I was abandoning these people, leaving them to be burned and slaughtered for reasons unknown. My departure though, was within good reason, I perceived this with the thoughts that ran rampant throughout my head.
'It's the only way. She's their only hope.'
I couldn't decipher it's meaning, and could only assume, that 'she', was the child in my arms. Frustration was waring with guilt once I realized that I had absolutely no idea what was going on, and how I could possibly know so much, but near next to nothing at the same time.
However, I couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility. It felt as if the weight of the world rested in my arms, that this child... this... this hope, was the only way to bring clarity. And this I knew with complete and total understanding.
With determination now surging through me, I stopped. Took a breath. Felt it course through me. Then kept running.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ427WEqtVEF
