Eralia’s POV
I can’t feel my fingers; my clothes and body are so wet and cold, and I’m struggling to keep moving. I can barely see through the rain, and more than one vehicle has whizzed past me, horns blaring as they see me at the last-minute walking along the edge of the road.
I’m terrified that I’ll be hit by one of the cars when they don’t see me in time, but I’m stuck playing Russian roulette with my life. I did try to walk on the muddy verge, but my shoes kept sliding out from underneath me on the glass like surface.
Another car screams past me, the horn blaring as they swerve at the last minute, the bumper barely missing me as I jump in fear. I land in the thick mud beside me, my feet sinking immediately, as, what I now realise is an SUV, disappears into the darkness ahead. I’m l
