Third person POV
It was morning already. Most of the former slaves had split up. Liza was left with only two young girls, and a man that seemed to be in his twenties.
They had been walking for some time now, but they had no idea where they were going. All they knew was that they had to get as far away from their captors as possible.
Already, they had gone some distance. They were on a small hill. Looking back, they could see the collection of cottages where they had been held captive. But even just the sight of this made them very uncomfortable, as if the men could see them all the way from the cottages.
Because of this, even though they could barely move, they still dragged their feet till the hill was between them and the cottage and they could barely see the cottages again.
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