Laura
I run, but I do not find a place to hide, I am so tired, and it's morning already. Which means I am vulnerable now, it will be so easy for them to find me. This place looks so different, it is the woods, yes, but they look so different. The trees are so tall and straight without any branches. The branches only form at the tip of the tree, and they are all of the same species. It’s as if someone planted them. I look up the sky and I guess it doesn’t look blue, it is jungle green in color. Am I dreaming or what? Why does it feel like it’s not real?
My legs are sore, luckily I see a river ahead of me, I am hungry and also thirsty. I walk slowly down stream, I step on the mud, and the area around the river is so slippery. But I am determined to get the water, no one can stop me. Despi
