Having arranged things with Faith Williams, Anthony Charlie moved on.
In the dark village, only two or three households were still inhabited, the rest was marked with signs of demolition.
"Shoot, we lost sight of Miss Thompson!"
The road ahead was winding. Because they were far away and didn't dare to talk loudly for fear that if they were discovered, the captives would be killed, they lost their way on this road.
Anthony grew anxious and signaled with his hand: "Split into two groups and search!"
"Yes."
Anthony and one group turned to the left.
But they didn't catch sight of her, and he was too worried about what danger she might have run into.
Anxiety rose in Anthony's heart.
He increased his pace and moved on.
After an unknown number of turns on the road, suddenly he spotted a silhouette in the distance.
It was a bleak figure, darkly outline, only eclipsing in the starlight to be barely identifiable as a person.
It was her!
A calm fell over Anthony's heart.
