Running
Running
Running
Elizabeth could think nothing else.
Just keep running. Do it for her, you have her children. You promised you would keep them safe. Do it for their safety. Keep her children safe.
Elizabeth clenched the small hand in hers, dragging the small girl behind her.
She's not fast enough. They're going catch us!
Elizabeth felt the other two children in her right arm. Small and fragile, shivering from the cold and the rain.
She thought about leaving Sarah behind, she was dragging behind, not running fast enough.
NO! Don't think like that! We will make it. John and Esther gave their lives for their children. All of them. You have to keep going.
Elizabeth could hear dogs barking behind her.
She tripped.
Splash
Lucy and Molly were still in her right arm, barely held out of the freezing water of the rushing stream gurgling past her knees. Sarah was on the bank of the stream, reaching out across the stream but scared to enter it.
A light filtered through the trees and illuminated the dark night.
Elizabeth grabbed Sarah, pulling her into the frigid water, then dragging her further into the inky darkness.
The cabin was still two miles away.
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Days Between the Tomorrows
HorrorThere are many stories that go unnoticed in the world. Stories made of pain. Stories made of sorrow. Stories made of grief. Stories made of war. All stories have a beginning, but most do not have an end. What seems the end of one, is simply the begi...
