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" you'renotfightingthisbattlealone "
20th of february 2025
It was a few minutes until the sun had set completely. I smacked my flashlight against my hand, hoping to at least get some life out of it for just one more night. I grinned as the flickering white glow finally lit up everything around me. I rubbed my tired eyes. It's not like I had time to sleep. It could rain or the guards could find me. A light breezed lifted my matted brown hair. Who cared about my appearance? I definitely didn't. Then I heard a rustle, interrupting my train of thought. I ducked behind a tree and covered my mouth. I peeked out from behind the bark as the faint glow of a flashlight laced through the bushes. I immediately thought it was a guard. "This is it." I thought. "My life is finally going to be over, great, because I don't want to live in this hell-hole for another second so just take my life and go." I kept my eyes glued to the burning light that was coming further and further towards me, preparing myself for the worst. The next thing I knew, I was only metres away from someone or something in a yellow hazmat suit. My first instinct was to run, but I was frozen as the thing edged closer towards me. The flashlight he or she was holding was now pointed directly at me. "W-who are you?" The person questioned. "Nora." I replied, my voice my barely a whisper. Then I turned and ran for all I was worth. I didn't know what this person wanted with me. There couldn't be anymore survivors. Could there? I heard the person call out to me. I now recognised her voice as being female but I wasn't about to turn back. For all I knew she could've been diseased. And that's not the way I want to die. But it's probably going to be.
