The gang was killed on the grey road. The rocks kept showering harder and harder, It terrified me as I knew I couldn't look back.
I tried to cover myself with my backpack, desperately for shelter as I was not walking but running to the railway station. A few more meters to reach the railway station I thought as I was running for my life.
"GOD SAVE ME!" I shouted as loud as I could almost begging for mercy. It echoed throughout the street as it slowly died down.
There was no hope for me.
A rock then hit me as it was digging through my arm creating a long line between my hand to shoulder.
It burned like the sun didn't shine but I knew I had to keep running. I had to run so I could live. There was so much in it for me.
I suddenly blanked out as a shower of old memories were shown like I was watching a movie in a black void twirling around me as I was floating.
A memory of an old women mending a teddy bear as she smiled at me was twirling around me.
"Grandma" I cried as tears fell out.
"Why did my it end up like this?" I said in a soft manner as tears still came out of my eye.
"I DON'T DESERVE THIS" I screamed.
No one heard my plea. I was alone. A simple loner floating through a black void as memory's flowed and twirled around me.
I cuddled myself with my knees, I closed my eyes and I knew this was the end, falling asleep.
Then something soft touched my head. I woke up as purple and pink flowers fell on me. "Welcome to Kisaro" a voice spoke above my forehead.