Empty veins
Walking. One foot in front of the other. Again, and again. Repeat. There was no need for sleep. That was completely unnecessary. Just keep walking....Fighting. One bullet after another. Again, and again. Repeat. There was hardly any time for sleep. Just keep fighting....Again and - no. For once there was a difference, a small capacity that made her stop her walk. And then the repetitive cycle could not be kick started again. And there was something more than the endless hunger. Had it been the same for him?...Again and - no. Something had changed. Something small had made him look twice and pause before the bullet took over the brain. He knew it had been the same for her.…