Caught by a vixen
Slowly, the color of sky was changing. The hues of red were piercing the darkness like hope emerging from the thick clouds of gloominess.
Santiago and Emanuel were walking towards their destination, carrying the ammunition, the small weapons along with the packed food they could find in the hut to survive the deadly wilderness. Since none of them had ever been to this side of the country and had no idea about what kind of danger they might be facing later, they were prepared to deal with them the best they could.
They were now walking towards the south where Santiago had asked Persephone to wait for him until dawn. He truly had no idea if he would find her there or not. After all, Persephone had a tendency to run away as soon as she got the chance. It didn't matter to her if her decision would land her in big trouble.
"How much do we have to walk to reach the creek?" Emanuel's voice jolted Santiago out from stupor.