Misty dawn surrounded the lonesome road. Uncultivated fields lied on its two sides as far as the eye could see. Which was quite close in this fog. But if those fields were meadows or swamps, no one could clearly see.
Two girls walked on the empty road, both around 16 years old, though neither of them knew the actual age of the other.
One walked in front, with fiery red, long and ruffled curly hair, with a small backpack on her back. Her steps were light and happy, as if she enjoyed walking those long hours in the middle of nowhere.
Amy at the back however was tired and annoyed. She pulled a heavy and large suitcase after her. She sweated, her feet were hurting in her sneakers, even her knees were stabbing that made her every step painful, but she didn't want to give up following close behind Mary.
Her straight brown hair sticked sweltering to her neck, she was too tired to raise her brown eyes from watching the ground constantly.
Mary glanced behind, her usually cheerful face showed un