•The Curse•

ch. 23

I KNOW I SAID I WOULD DRAW THE MUGSHOT, BUT I DECIDED TO PUT THE DRAWINGS THAT ARE FULL COLORED IN THE END OF THE BOOK. FOR NOW, YOU WILL JUST GET MINI COMICS OR DRAWINGS THAT HSVE NO COLOR

Anyway, enjoy!

No one's POV

They don't need to be told twice. Without hesitation, they all take off in a sprint towards the horse and carriage, their feet pounding against the ground as adrenaline rushes through their veins.

Tweek: "Get on, get on!"

Molly then was about to go on the horse the horse then excitedly nuzzle her head on Molly's hair

Molly: "Okay okay horsie I miss you too, but I need to get on!"

They reach the horse and carriage, and Molly jumps into the driver's seat while the others quickly hop into the back.

Tweek and Craig scramble into the carriage, hastily taking their seats. They can still hear the faint sound of the sirens, and the knowledge that they're being pursued only adds to the adrenaline pumping through their veins.

Molly grabs the reins, her hands gripping them tightly. She snaps them together, causing the horse to start trotting forward at a quick pace. She turns the horse and heads down the road, putting as much distance as possible between them and the prison.

The group braces themselves as the carriage bounces along the uneven road, their bodies jolting with each bump and pothole. The wind whips past them, cool and refreshing against their sweaty skin.

They keep a close eye on the road behind them, searching for any signs of pursuers or approaching danger. But for now, the only thing they see is the open countryside stretching out before them, offering a brief sense of relief.

They continue on, the rhythmic clop of the horse's hooves and the creaking of the carriage providing a strange sense of comfort in the midst of their escape.

The group continues to gallop down the road, the city fading into the distance behind them. The sirens and lights from the prison slowly disappear, replaced by the open country. But they know they're not completely in the clear yet.

The group was completely exhausted at this point. The adrenaline that had kept them going on their initial escape was now wearing off, leaving them feeling drained and fatigued. The journey had taken its toll on all of them, both physically and mentally.

The sky above was pitch black, the only light coming from the moon and the small lamp attached to the front of the carriage. The cool night air blew past them as they continued onward, the only sounds in the night being the wind and the steady rhythm of the horse's galloping.

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The group is still on the wagon, now during the day. The sun is shining down on them, the heat causing them and the horse to sweat. The horse's pace has slowed, the animal showing signs of fatigue. Everyone in the group is tired and starting to feel the effects of little sleep and constant traveling.

Molly stops the horse and jumps down from the driver's seat, eager to stretch her legs after being cramped up in the tight space for so long. The horse let out a huff of exhaustion, its breathing labored from exertion.

Tweek and Craig also step out of the carriage, their bodies stiff and sore from the cramped quarters. There's a collective groan of relief as they all rub their tired muscles, relishing the momentary break from travel.

They take a moment to rest in a small clearing, sitting on the dry dirt and stretching their limbs. Molly takes a moment to check on the horse, gently rubbing its sweaty neck and whispering soothing words to it.