Flower placed both her hands under her hoodie on a quest of searching for her belly, she then rubbed it with her hands delicately.
She couldn't really confirm the reason why she was suddenly having the urge to vomit. Of course she isn't sick and was absolutely hale and hearty as of this morning. Thus, this peculiar nauseated feeling of uneasiness was really quite unwonted and strange, and even this could jeopardize her plans.
She step aside, facing a frozen bush which was almost presently merged with white colours although it was supposed to be a green plant, but then again snow could literally change anything in Alaska and force everything to follow its commandments.
Flower bent her back, facing the bush with an akimbo. She soon began to vomit everything that was in her stomach before and everything that she had ate last night.
Flower skellied her eyes. Her face was was partly colluded with an enormous feeling of suffering and agony, while it was also colluded with abundant scorn.
Flower shivered tenderly partly with the profound sensation of still craving to vomit. Shivers were distributed down her spine as she kept on vomiting. Her eyebrows were actively furrowed, and her hands was now supporting her slim belly.
This was a tremendously dire situation for Flower. Firstly, Flower hasn't eaten anything as food this morning, so therefore if she was to vomit everything that was in her stomach beforehand then it would really be an huge pain in the ass to continue pilgriming with an empty stomach. Secondly, she wouldn't be able to get too faraway from the mansion in a state as crucial as this, meaning, in this type of condition, there is an hundred percent chance that she would walk slothfully and walking slothfully with only implant jeopardy upon her plan, which means she might be caught sooner than expected.
Seeming to have been void of food in her flat belly. Flower wiped her lips and mouth sides with her sleeves on the attempt to get rid of the vomits that was still somewhere around there.
She let out a solemn sigh and steams occupied her mouth. She stood upright and panted immensely. Her hands were presently curving atop her waist. Flower wiggled her head in displeasure, and to her own unfortunate fate and luck. Her unfortunate fate was boiling hot resentment towards herself, she had already brought so much destruction upon herself.
Flower wondered about why she was vomiting and what could have triggered such to happen. On a normal day, if Flower was to vomit, then she would just assumed it has a thing to look over. However, henceforth she couldn't do that any more, because any tiny thing could jeopardize her ulterior motives.
After pondering about the reason of why she was vomiting. Flower reasoned and then drifted to the conclusion that it might be due to the decayed food which she had ate last night. The food had some pungent odour of spoiling, however she had decided to consume it, and having no choice was an option. It was better to eat food that has been spoilt than to starve to death, it's simply impossible for Flower. She valued her life so much, so starving to death wasn't an option anymore. But it was once an option though, at least that was when she didn't know that dying was such an hard thing to commit.
Flower took in a deep breath. She wasn't going to let just a casual vomit ruin her day and slow down her fugitives and jeopardize her ulterior motives.
She calmed herself down and assumed she just needed to drink some water, and after that she was going to be perfectly fine. Such a silly vomit shouldn't cause her too much harm and perhaps if she continued her journey then she might be lucky enough to find food. But then luck hasn't really been fair towards her lately, so she couldn't really anticipate much from luck.
She had to drink water but then there was no water present there except for iced snow, crystaline and frost. Flower had already accepted the fact that she might not eat anything from now till evening or the next day, but then since she wasn't going to have anything to eat, so she shouldn't then die of thirstiness. So therefore, she had to drink something.
Flower hasn't really been feeling thirsty for water earlier because it was a crucially cold day as always. And people tend to drink less water during winter and excess water during summer. Meaning, Flower wasn't feeling thirsty earlier, the vomiting had triggered the urge to drink some water in her.
Flower sighed and white steams occupied the atmosphere in front of her mouth as a result of coldness. She already knew that there was basically null source of water here or anywhere around them. Not that the ground wasn't producing any water or that there was no rivers, streams or lakes in Alaska or at the area she was presently staying. It's just that even the lakes, rivers and streams had all turned into frost from top to bottom. No surprise there, it has literally been snowing for ages now, so it's unbewildering that everything and even the natural water source has all iced up.
But then again, Flower was a wildlife reporter afterall. She knew mostly everything about the wildlifes in almost every city—through researches online and through several experimenting. Flower wouldn't slack off if she was to live in a desert, or a cold city which is even colder than Alaska or even in an underground tunnel—although Flower would never ever wish for herself to be trapped under an underground tunnel.
A thought prompted itself inside her brain. She acquainted the thought and swiftly aimed her trivially vibrating hands nearer towards her backpack. She took it off and opened its zipper, taking out a thick polyethylene. Clenching it tightly, she backed back her backpack and assumed a bending position.
Flower dug her fingers into the glacier bone-chilling inner part of the pile of snows on the ground. She then started packing them into the polyethylene bag. She perpetuate the procedure until it was done and until she was satisfied with the amount she had obtained.
She unassumed a bending position and stood up groggily. She carried the polyethylene bag beside her and looked forward at the vast frozen hills and valleys she was soon going to be treading. She took a deep breath with another steam coming out of her mouth.
'Let's hope these would melt quickly so I can have some water," she thought.
And soon after that she began walking aimlessly and hopelessly with no destination, map whatsoever. With every steps and breaths she took, Flower could see herself getting more colder and colder. She could already picture herself dying in the snow if no helps end up coming.
If only, if only the place where she was trapped in wasn't as cold as this, if only. Such a cursed fate was trailing Flower and following up her every movement—at least this was all what Flower felt and thought was happening to her.
Flower's teeth chattered continuously. She looked down at her hands and saw that she was already having frostbites. This was exactly what Flower was unfathomably worried about, having frostbites might delay her plans and make moving ineffective.
"Darn it!" she muttered in displeasure. Her vocal was slightly trembling and submerged with quiverings, however this wasn't due to fear, it was due to the excessive bone-chilling glacial weather of Alaska. It was killing her and making her regret ever being born.
For some reasons Flower was presently mulling over about her decision to escape. She knew she valued her life abundantly, she knew she was afraid of death, and she also knew that she needed to stay alive partly because of her mother which was still alive and partly because of herself as she didn't want to lose her life—from the day she had attempted to fall off the huge buildings and didn't do so, Flower couldn't help but fear death more and adore her precious life to the fullest.
The reasons she was doing all this was that she dreaded living her life in captivity, and hated being controlled or isolated. She dreaded all this things to the core, and would never wish such on her foes.
In spite of witnessing such severe coldness, Flower still wasn't yielding she was as determined as ever.
'I made the right decision to leave.'
'So no I shouldn't regret my decision. I shouldn't. I shouldn't,' she repeated in her head.
With that thought, Flower find herself being built up with another confident and self-esteem. She assured herself that everything was going to be good soon. Flower halted, she closed her eyes. She then flicked open her thick eyelashes once again, opening her eyes. Confidentially, she continued walking again. Acting unstoppably and determined when actually she's hurting.
Flower had already ambulate a very long way. Although she was feeling haggard and unspeakably exhausted, even so, she had already treaded a long way and was now accurately getting further and deeper into the deep abyss of the wilderness and its overwhelming feeling of anxiety.
Flower wasn't scared yet, since it wasn't dark. Yesterday night was very uneasy for Flower, she got off from the tree occasionally as she felt uncomfortable and soon she would climb the tree back and sleep for some few minutes then she would jolt back awake. To top it all, Flower was even woken up by an annoying blue bird.