Survivor's Path [MEME]

Chapter 3

I run until my legs can no longer move, and I never lose my pace. It's brisk and cold outside, so not to much sweat is on my aching body. So, instead of running, I crawl. I won't stop moving. It's simply not an option. The rocky, frozen ground is hard against my knees. Yet, I can't stop. Soon, though, tI can't even crawl. I force myself to an obviously abandoned cabin. Though I can barely walk, I make my way to the door, whose rotten wood falls away in my hands. Trees grow out of the windows, twisting their way up the side of the house. Ivy entangles the structure, as
If holding it together. The right side of the house is just a sheet of cloth. Moss-filled words spell out "Refugee's House."
"Wasn't long before the government found us."
I turn around, startled. I see a man with wispy, white, tangled hair and a matching beard. One eye is milky white, and the other is a sky blue. His clothes are dusty and tattered, and his skin is shriveled and pale.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Please, it's fine child." he sweetly smiles and adds, "Are you hiding? Running?"
"Both."
"Then welcome to the refugees' house."
Slowly, people, mostly children, rise from hiding spots.
What a genius, hiding in a torn up house! A place the government would NEVER suspect!