I am running. My breath escapes in short, shallow gasps. I pay no attention to my limbs that are exposed to a screaming pain, a sign that I've been pushing myself for too long. No attention to the slight lightheaded feeling that is begging to blossom in my head. I cocoon the loaf of bread tightly into my side. I can only focus on the roots and obstacles over the ground; or else I will fall over.
I do not feel comforted or relived when a cold breeze whispers through the locks of my hair. Gritting my teeth together in return, I don't pause to either think of the pocket of wind raising the hairs on the curvature of my neck. Moments pass, and my continuous strides extended with the help of my long legs.
What have I done?
I tighten my grasp over the loaf, feeling the heat rising from the center as my fingers dig into the shell. No longer is it pushed into my body; My fingertips clench against the center to not loose what I have been running for. The cause of what I have been running from.
I have ran for too long. Hoping that stopping to see if they are gone will be a smart decision, I firstly raise my eyesight back to what I face. The previous undergrowth has faded into a field. Though this is part of my Division, I am still not safe. Head snapping from either side, I turn my shoulders to where I was running from. What I was running from.
A cold hand clamps against my mouth. The long, eerie fingers strangling to hold my lips together tell me that it belongs to the Keepers. I do not need to look behind to tell. My breath is cut short, and my lungs are then only a few short seconds away from sentencing myself to collapse. This is what they want, though it is also what I will refuse to have done.
My right hand is no longer holding the loaf of bread that I had been asked to take from the fortunate of the Division who are given their every desire. Or so I am told. Tears well in the corners of my eyes, as my fingers curl into a fist and swings into the pocket of air behind me, my only hope is that I will escape the Keeper. Bread or not.
