We had walked out of the house with our hearts on our hands. The weather looked like it had been informed about what was happening and it too decided to get worse. We were walking on the road with our minds set, we had to make sure we reach our destination without encountering any of those things, whatever they were.
My mother tried many times to leave me behind so that she is the first one to encounter any issue, but there was something happening inside my brain and I wanted to lead the way. I kept briskly walking past her and taking over the situation.
She ended up giving up and walking behind me silently.
We haven't even walked out of our neighborhood when we saw something happening across the road. It was Mrs. Gray; she was hunched over the road.
"Oh my God, she needs help." my mot
