Claudine couldn't count how long did she walk barefoot on the thorny road of Modoire. Mid eve of dark skies, there formed red clouds concealing the moon from the clouds' thickness. She wouldn't waste her time looking at her bleeding feet. She has to get out of this country before the red clouds get worse.
Her speed wasn't enough but she became the puller of the innocent. At her heel, a little girl holds her hand while they run for their lives. Her pantings were real and painful, but Claudine didn't mind. To pass in the dead land is what she is craving for to achieve. It is her goal for now. To survive.
"Claudine! I'm begging for your mercy! Please let me breathe an air for I am holding this for an hour!" Bridgette pleaded between her pantings.
"No, I will never stop! That will just slow
