02-14-2017, 05:39 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Life was terrifying, in the sense that things changed so quickly. Astrid had run as far away from home as she could, perhaps a foolish decision if she knew that the only thing that was left was death there. Whenever she finally felt far enough, she slowed down to a walk, breathing heavily as her dusty pair of white tennis shoes crunched against snow, and she even slipped on ice once or twice. Her entire body felt stiff from the cold, and she knew she'd die if she went on like this. She'd only last so long in the icy weather with nothing but a thin brown jacket and torn up jeans. She used to enjoy the cold weather, even knowing that it was hard to get food when it happened. It wasn't fun when she was outside for hours, and even worse now because she was entirely unprepared. The only thing she had left right now was her knife which she held close to her side, warily searching for anyone who might attempt to shoot her.
Astrid had learned from time, that nobody could be trusted. The young girl still did trust though. Deep down she didn't trust a soul - but she would act like she did, she would follow along to whatever somebody wanted. Astrid hated it, the fact she was expected to be a selfless girl when she knew how much someone actually cared for her. Nobody did, which she also learned from time. It was the cruel reality - someone might pretend to care, but more often then not they were only manipulating her, or planning to backstab her, or to leave her behind. Either way, some of that wasn't exactly her concern. She had much more to be worried about.
She had never truly been alone. There had always been somebody hovering over her, watching every step she made, protecting her. She didn't have any of that now, and honestly the world seemed so vast. She felt so tiny and insignificant as she continued traveling, and she could feel her former tears stuck to her pasty face, making her bring a dirty finger up to her face to itch the area leaving a streak of mud. The only thing in her system was wariness - she had already struggled through the shock and panic and now all that was left was to stay alive, she supposed. Astrid saw a ski lodge, and she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion. If she had to choose between getting shot to death in the ski lodge or being frozen to death outside of it, she'd have to choose dying inside of the ski lodge. It was a little bit of a careless attitude, but she couldn't see anything else for miles. Though, she had never had good eyesight - it was unfortunate, but true.
The ski lodge seemed to be a few miles away, so all that was left was to get there. It shouldn't be hard, but she really did feel exhausted. She didn't get any sleep last night, and she's been moving all day. It had been hard to keep herself awake - she supposed that it was wrong, considering she oversleeps nearly every morning. She didn't really understand why she continually felt exhausted, even with an enormous amount of sleep she sometimes could barely stay awake during the day. She was sure she'd be fine though, it was only a temporary thing for her to feel this way. The young eleven year old coughed a little bit, clutching her stomach as she suddenly lowered her head following with puking. Closing her hand around her eyes tiredly, mud smeared on her eyebrows as she pressed her eyelids to the top of her forehead. She'd make it through today, though she would probably be in plenty of pain.
Astrid had learned from time, that nobody could be trusted. The young girl still did trust though. Deep down she didn't trust a soul - but she would act like she did, she would follow along to whatever somebody wanted. Astrid hated it, the fact she was expected to be a selfless girl when she knew how much someone actually cared for her. Nobody did, which she also learned from time. It was the cruel reality - someone might pretend to care, but more often then not they were only manipulating her, or planning to backstab her, or to leave her behind. Either way, some of that wasn't exactly her concern. She had much more to be worried about.
She had never truly been alone. There had always been somebody hovering over her, watching every step she made, protecting her. She didn't have any of that now, and honestly the world seemed so vast. She felt so tiny and insignificant as she continued traveling, and she could feel her former tears stuck to her pasty face, making her bring a dirty finger up to her face to itch the area leaving a streak of mud. The only thing in her system was wariness - she had already struggled through the shock and panic and now all that was left was to stay alive, she supposed. Astrid saw a ski lodge, and she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion. If she had to choose between getting shot to death in the ski lodge or being frozen to death outside of it, she'd have to choose dying inside of the ski lodge. It was a little bit of a careless attitude, but she couldn't see anything else for miles. Though, she had never had good eyesight - it was unfortunate, but true.
The ski lodge seemed to be a few miles away, so all that was left was to get there. It shouldn't be hard, but she really did feel exhausted. She didn't get any sleep last night, and she's been moving all day. It had been hard to keep herself awake - she supposed that it was wrong, considering she oversleeps nearly every morning. She didn't really understand why she continually felt exhausted, even with an enormous amount of sleep she sometimes could barely stay awake during the day. She was sure she'd be fine though, it was only a temporary thing for her to feel this way. The young eleven year old coughed a little bit, clutching her stomach as she suddenly lowered her head following with puking. Closing her hand around her eyes tiredly, mud smeared on her eyebrows as she pressed her eyelids to the top of her forehead. She'd make it through today, though she would probably be in plenty of pain.
