silver strand

Under the silver strand of the full moon light the girl kept running. She had one place to go to. She didn’t really care her overturned long black wavy hair. Her problem was even worse now. Nobody saw her in this foggy silver night, though. With her slender figure, she easily could slip within the golden corn stem. She let her long skirt whisked the wet grass for the late afternoon shower. She didn’t care. She kept running with her barefoot long legs. From the distance, she can see the glittered place she’ heading to. “That’s the light of my life” she muttered. She had heard from the folks about this sanctuary. This is the place where she could hide herself away from the marriage she never wants to. The shining place is a neighborhood had left away for a long time for the epidemic spread out there. The light emerged was a torch from the post station at the gate of the village.Soon she stepped there, an old gaunt man stopped her way. With a suspicious look, he stared at her, “Are you lost, young lady?” She hardly could answer the question. “I am heading to the way home, my sanctuary” this lost suffer young soul whispered in the middle of the fog. Her shaking, grasping frame provoked the rarely meet human old man came toward her. He didn’t really care whether the person he’s talking to a human, or the other kind of creature. The death and the silent of this cursed place had brought him to the ignorance of zombie or human. As he came closer, the young lady stepped backward. He couldn’t see clearly the face of the figure before his eyes. However, he can hear the grasp and the heart pound that he missed a lot. “Do you need my help to get you back home? I believe this is not a good place for you to stay overnight” he kept talking while approaching that weak figure. “No, I hove no place called home.” “Home is a place where you feel secure, but I am not secure. Is there any place that I can go, where I can lay down in peace?” as if she was talking to herself with her soft and weak voice. “I don’t see any place, but this,” she mourned. She starts telling how her family hated her and the way her father sold her to a bustard. That she couldn’t stand anymore. Eventually she thought about just being far away from the live itself, and running with the last energy she had to save herself and gave herself to the death.The old lonely man could not say anything but welcoming her to the glittered of small torched place, called The Death City.