No one wants to die, but still many know not how to live. The ones we think are soon to die are the ones that fight to live, people come and people go but farewell is all we can say, for we know our time would come one day and we too will be on the journey to the other side. I believe this is not my day nor time to go, not yet.
It's hard to see in the dark so I can only rely on my instinct. Someone is coming but from the way the person in front is walking, he doesn't sound like someone who is coming to attack. I can hear the sound of the shoe on the ground, it's a high heel shoe which means the person must be a woman. I had my doubts if I should attack, for all I know I could be surrounded and if they catch me it could be the end of me but then again, I had to take the chance.
