It's winter now. This little cart/ truck kind of thing of thing is probably the last thing I want to be stuck sitting on. I feel as if the wooden planks are frosting; as if I'm stuck where I am.
*puuuusshhhhht*
What was that? Is there someone following me?
I don't know what that noise was but it sounded bad.
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I don't remember what happened after that. The only thing I can recall is an extremely loud noise that sounded like a tire bursting or something. I don't know exactly what happened but when I woke up I was in some kind of woven camp or soemthing and there were people with blood dripping down their faces and people whose families were sitting there and just wailing.
No one from my family was here.
I scratched my head before I did my daily *yawn and stretch* exercise and when I glanced at my hands, it was as if they were painted a rich shade of scarlet.
A random woman jogged her way to a stool beside me. As she applied some kind of antiseptic to my scalp, she told me not to get up and that everything would be okay.
But what happened in the first place?
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Unthinkable
AdventureLiving your life in complete risk won't benefit you, right? So go. Run. Fly. You can even fall, just don't stop. Why waste everything you have in hiding? why not go out and fight for yourself? your nation? your family? your strength? This is a stor...
