As in much pain and fear as I was, I had too move forward, picking up my sister I stood up and started jogging. I wasn't even ready to start the long trip to Oslo, it was so far away that I just didn't want to go. But I had to, or else.
You may be wondering, 'or else what?'. You'll see.
My legs were weak, my arms were crying in pain, and my side was dying. The vibrate green grass had a trail of watery, crimson drops running down them, it was of my own. I had a chance to run, but I was foolish, and rested, i made a grave mistake.
And it shall all end soon enough.
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The mad child
HorrorA little child by the of Andy and their younger sister Charley are running, but what are they running from? Why? And what will happen? Only one way to find out.
