Moy walking and running alone in the dark jungle

As wolves cry are closing in around her and sunset slowly behind her

Moy shouted to them “Uncle, is people at the front?”

“Yes,” one of the men shouted back.

“How far?”  she ask, standing still for the first time all day.

“Three hour!” he shouted

Three hours?  She froze, staring at the men’s backs.

 

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