The cloud looks like me.
It was so weird. I don't know why. The clouds in the sky were so dark that whoever looked at them thought they were black. It was not like that day. It's not like night. It was a marvel that we couldn't have known what day we were.
At the time, I knew I was scared. We don't even know where we're headed.
It's just an escape. We're moving without knowing where the road will lead us. The good news is that so far none of the killers are trying to catch us.
It's like they're the others scared of the woods.
It's like they know it's dangerous. It's like they realize we're dead if we get into that monstrous desert. He was the last person who tried to kill us. He was the one we saw in the middle of the tree.
Now I'm destroyed around me and I can't find anyone. I don't know who I can consider to be the one who's gonna kill us.
Arwon and I were just walking alone.
But instead there was something very worrying about me.