15 The Reapers

October 25, 2015 (Sunday, Dream)

She was trudging on the unknown rocky road when suddenly an uproar happened. She heard a loud cry and trembling voices of men, women, and children.

She stopped and searched for the location where those uproars came. She hid among the tall grasses and thick bushes. But what she'd seen made her shrank and paled.

There were many dead bodies lying on the muddy ground, and above those where the group of unknown creatures having grim expressions covered by long black clothing. They were all holding a long scythe each on their hands where the blades were still having traces of fresh blood dripping upon it, clearly the manifestation of their fresh cuts.

Without any hesitation, she ran far away as fast as she could from that horrifying place.

She never looked back and though she could barely catch her breath yet still she went on and tried hard to hide away from those grim reapers.

After a while, she had luckily arrived in a small hut. With a hoarse voice, she knocked on the narrow door.

"Is anyone there? Can I enter?"

She wanted to seek help or temporary shelter and she ventured to that place. Then, old people suddenly peeked on a very small window.

"How may we help you?"

She looked up and realized they were all elderly. She wanted to tell them the horrifying things she'd witnessed but from the way she looked at them, there's no need to. She wanted to speak but she couldn't ask them for help. In the last minute, she made up her mind. Better leave them otherwise their life will also be endangered. She didn't want to involve them since her conscience could hardly bear.

So she decided to turn around and just walked away.

As she went downhill, she heard the sound of a vehicle coming. She turned around and looked back, those are the grim reapers and they were all loaded in that truck.

She ran as fast as she could until she got away so far from them and she entered in the deep forest. While she's running fast she had heard lots of crying until all the voices faded. Every people along the road that were passed by the grim reapers cannot escape from those terrifying fate.

What she did was to run, hide and pray until she had gotten lucky to survive from that impending tragedy.

(Anne Journey)

-The Scribble (Part XVI)

31-10-2018