Fireafy 2:Electric Boogaloo - aka:Fireafy and the East German Shenanigans

Chapter 10:Looping back

Leafy was heading back towards Berlin, she knew the price of such a bold move. She could be captured before she would meet her children. She did not know what the troops would do to her, she did not want to die in another horrible death like last time.

Yet, she continued walking back, she was always behind some sort of trail. She ducked under covers whenever she heard the sounds of mechanized war machines become louder in one moment and faint in the other. Voices of Russian men who checked on territory coordinates, pinpointed to the point of exact mathematics. As to represent the state's watchful eye, beaming on coordinates where it's military patrol has passed through. 

None-the-less, as she progressed in the two day insomniac marathon. Her mind became rampant with all ideas that lie ahead, one of getting caught, one of her children either dead or broken from their past state to the point of no return, and Leafy getting caught and stuck in this strange world. All hers fears were getting to her. 

As in one morning, she had stumbled upon a vast grassy field with a small continues line of sand. Signifying itself as a trail southwards.  There were small wheat farms in the countryside, all of them being very distant yet condensed at the same time. Ones similar to fresh and young rival ant colonies. With the military approaching, it did seem to strengthen the analogy even more. 

Leafy's eyes started to widen, even more the tiredness of the trail. she knew the longer she dawdled the more the chances of getting spotted skyrocketed. Fear was one of the only languages this reality spoke of. 

"Shit," was the only thing she muttered in that moment, as she looked around in a mindless panic state. Only stopping once she finds a broken yet functioning tractor at the side of the road. Calling its name onto her. 

She immediately got on it, pressed the key in (which had laid beside the vehicle) and put the engine joystick in maximum and stepped hard on the pedal, which made the vehicle go fifteen miles per hour - from how rusty it became. As she continued to ride the tractor, not even a minute past and yet five different mortar shells hit along the narrow trail, until the fifth hit between the green grass and the trail - 5 meters away from the tractor's left wheel. 

It was as if time grew slower as the tractor approached the mortar's enlarged dent - every second grew slower than the next. She tried to stop the disaster from happening, yet those attempts were meaningless. 

The tractor kicked its back upward from the wheel's collision with the pothole. Leafy flew upwards with no time to react. Her body attempted to grasp the situation as her arms flailed where ever they could, until it all became pitch black.