Grumpp... It aches as the stomach grumbles. His mouth was alarming for food, or at least something to chew to lie to his own mouth. His throats are just soaked as if a sponge being twisted - yes, that soak. It's just so dry that perhaps dying by drowning in a deep fresh river was so much better. His lips were dry and merely as cracked as the ground, or should I say, the cracked ground..
He decided to get up. ' Let's just forget everything and go', he thought. Powerless, his legs shaken and it hurts somehow. He stood up unstably and in the middle of rotten straw huts, on top of hot sand, everyone there was just like him, or at least searching for weeds to be eaten. The scorching sun bewitched him as his burning skin meant nothing compared to his ill-mannered (growling) stomach.
He walked a few steps ahead, then further; just walking straight ahead because he thought of nothing, not even knowing where he is going. His bony dark brown legs supported him and suddenly, just unexpectedly, he fell. He fell onto his knees and no longer feel his legs. With every last bit of strength he had left, he stretches his arms out and to the ground, he lifted his body and slowly gets up. Crippled-like, walking in an odd sort of way that when you sees him, you'll definitely drag him to the hospital right away.
The sun starts to set down but still very bright and scorching hot. He walked so far away from the village, not going to run away or anything, but just walk. He needn't care a lot whether he'll die or something, because he'd just walk straight and care about nothing. ' I'll go back when I can', he'd thought.He lifted up his head and saw a man, across the horizon. The man was indeed tall and had astonishingly golden hair( though Tiki never saw such a man). His eyes twinkled at the very tall man’s hair. The man came closer and each step the man take, Tiki’s heart thumped harder and louder. Not knowing what will happen, he backed off and visions started to blurred, and he felt nothing.
There was a bright white light brightening his eyes; it was just so bright that
he thought would blind him, so he looked away. He got up and look around and
realized he was all alone in a puny square room. He saw the door and ran to it.
Tough it seemed just a stretch away, he never reached the door no matter how
fast he run. Then he stretches his arms out to reach the door and actually
reached it. He twisted the door knot and realized it was locked. He started
panicking and planed to scream and bang the door or something but he had no
energy , even to sit up. So he leaned to the door and to the floor. He slowly
close his eyes and opened them again , he knew it is not the time for rest.
The door clanked open, a man in black appeared out of nowhere. His
grinning white teeth is the only to be seen. The light blacked out and he
appeared to see a gun pointing right to his head. His body shaken as
flashbacks of shooting guns appeared through his memory from the movie he saw
very long ago. Then he herd someone calling his names in several different
voices that it straighten and through process, the voice became the same. His
name went all around his head.
He now can see light, it seemed more fresh and less narrow until he
realized it was all a dream. He woke up on a backseat with the blond man
he saw before he fainted, with two other unfamiliar faces in the front
seat. They're quiet nice and even offer him food that he jobbled up in one go.
he kept on eating and the car move towards his village. Until they reach there,
two men in the front seat jump out of the car and give out boxes of food and
medicines. 'It's gift from heaven..' he'd thought. for everything, he was
just glad...
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