Sheryl's POV
I didn't know how many days had passed since we started retracing our steps back to Euclid Village, but we were now in an open field where the crops were dead, and the soil was all muddy.
"I don't know if I should rejoice that we're getting near that stinky forest again," muttered Emi.
"Let's just be glad that we're alive," Ford said.
I sneered. "Alive but might as well be dead. We smell worse than a rotten corpse!"
"There's going to be a river in the last forest before Euclid village."
"I don't need your sympathy, Megu," I retorted.
Megu shut her mouth and apologetically smiled at me, which got on my nerves. For an adult, she was acting too much like a shy teenager.
"Ma, yaAarRgh!"
Megu chuckled and held her child's hand with hers. "Yes, sweetie. We're near the village now."
Augh! My ears felt like they were about to be broken every time I heard her daughter wail.
