They all had the look of a homeless vagabond who hadn’t bathed in weeks. They were covered in the dust and trials of their long foot journey that had brought them to where they are now. Magde thought back on a time, not too long ago where things used to make sense and bathing was a daily occurrence. She didn’t care anymore, and it was a wasted thought, bathing was the least of her worries.
There had been more children they had come across but they were infected and could no longer be helped, from these children they had to run and hide. The only good thing about the disease is that it made the infected slow on their feet.
‘We must stop, leave the cart with the children back a bit, we’ll check over the crest of the hill and make sure it is safe’. Looking back over the trails they had walked today, you couldn’t see anything or anyone moving for as far as the eye could see. Magde and Tosh stayed low and approached the top of the hill so that they could peer over and see what was beyond.
What they looked upon was not much of a valley; it was more like a bowl set into a circle of hills, surrounded by rolling hills on all sides. There was no way in other than over the top of one of the hills that surrounded the circular, flat area below. Every inch of that land was covered by people, there were too many to count; Magde guessed at somewhere between 2 and 3 thousand people waited there.
This has been just a middle part of a much longer story, there is much to it. We will post more in the days and months to come.