Aghast. Petrified. Angered.
Serena gazed in horror as the towns population rapidly decreased. It was remarkable……but not in the good way.
The war; hostile, unforgiving, depressing. Fleeing from gruesome sights, she sped away as the bite of the wind swept underneath her yellow rags, palpitating as it froze her body. Gingerly, Serena crept around a corner, hoping that being confronted by a soldier wouldn’t happen. She had no where to go; no home, no family, no love…..
Peeping behind her, she quickly discovered that she was being followed. Panting for breath, she dashed down a nearby alley, hoping to disappear into the darkness of it, however the chances of being spotted were extremely vast. Hopefully luck would be on her side…..