Chapter 16 Mist
- The street is a skeleton, stripped of its flesh long ago, deserted, the buildings all boarded up and falling apart, neglected over the years, left to rot and wither away with time.
- The cold air does little for my body. The dress offers little warmth let alone comfort. Shivering, I proceed forward, walking straight ahead. Glancing back every so often, not feeling comfortable being this close to where my captors are, I jog, willing my weak body forward.
- What is with the red eyed men? What do I have that they want? Twice now I have been confronted by them. There must be something I am missing.