The fourth day in hell
When the sun arose on the burning horizon, Felicia and I continued our journey. We had finally left the rocky landscape and crossed a marshy tract full of willows, bulrushes, and odd, outlandish, swampy trees; and I had now come out upon the skirts of an open piece of undulating, sandy country. On the far side of the open stood one of the hills, with two quaint, craggy peaks shining vividly in the sun.
I now felt for the first time the joy of exploration. This part was uninhabited; Here and there were flowering plants, unknown to me; here and there I saw snakes, and one raised his head from a ledge of rock and hissed at me with a noise not unlike the spinning of a top.
"Margaret!" Felicia screamed, A snake!"
The noise I heard was the famous rattle.
"It's okay," I said as I put my arm around Felicia, "just don't go near him. Let's keep going."
Felicia must have been scared to move because it took me a few minutes to coach her into walking away from the snake.
Then we came to a long thicket of these oaklike trees which grew low along the sand like brambles, the boughs curiously twisted, the foliage compact, like thatch. The thicket stretched down from the top of one of the sandy knolls, spreading and growing taller as it went, until it reached the margin of the broad, reedy fen, through which the nearest of the little rivers soaked its way into the anchorage. The marsh was steaming in the strong sun, and the outline of the Spy-glass trembled through the haze.
"This place looks different," I said, "it's not what I imagined hell to look like."
Felicia sat down on the grass and began to relax. I sat down beside her.
"Maybe we are not in hell anymore." Said Felicia.
"I don't know." I said, "It seems unlike we could walk from hell to heaven in such a short distance."
Day 5
I was beginning to feel the hunger, blood!
It rained on this day for an hour.
Later in the day, we heard gunshots in the distance.
What was going on?
Day 6
After walking for a while, I could see a small log cabin in the distance.
As I looked at the cabin, I noticed that there was a young girl standing in the doorway. Since my transformation I could see a lot better. She looked like she was around six or seven years of age, raven dark curly hair like my own hair.
"Florence?"
The girl looked up at me. Yes, it was her, my baby sister!
"Margaret, where are you going?" Felicia called out at I ran towards Florence. I ran with such speed I never knew I was capable of. Had the transformation made me faster?
Within in a second, I had reached Florence and picked her up in my arms.
It was a lovely delicate moment.