“Just a little bit more!” Sol hollered, heaving her lungs out while carrying close-to-passing-out Zeth and an infant on both of her arms.
Their steps are accurate and calculated, they can’t afford to be notice by anyone at this point especially by the guards, not even by the civilians. Albeit the fact that they’re tired their guard are still up.
Although they managed to get out of death’s grasp, it took all their remaining strength for them to finally release the breath they didn’t know they were holding the entire time. Seeing the hill, they at last feel the safer as they near to their home.
They pushed the door open, revealing the welcoming warmth of their home and the ambience they thought they would never feel again. However, their attention darted to the medical supplies on the
