
No Turning Back
The blue and red lights were flashing brighter as she was making a run for the dark forest. There is so much more to worry about other than some trivial cops, surviving is key now.
Everything changed once the new regulations were enforced. Talk about the rebels rallying again was just too much for the government. The way the population constantly felt chained and controlled, like a dog on a leash, eventually was enough to spark chaos in Buckson.
Running through the forest, Allison was only focused on finding the little blue house on the south side of the river bank. Word is that there she can stay for a few nights and find out information on where to fight for her freedom-for the rebels. Whether la casita azul is a urban legend or not remains unknown, but Allison would rather die on her feet than live on her knees.
The illuminating sun is setting, and Allison’s breathing deepens and stomach growls as the night comes to a close. Traveling for what it seems like days, she has yet to find la casita azul. Snap! Beyond startled, Allison pulls the deadly knife out of her bag, ready to take on whatever is to challenge her.
Seeing the delightful bunny hop beside her, gives her a sense of relief. With noone to fight and a meal for the night, even the loss of not spotting the house can be bearable tonight.
In the morning, however, the search must continue…it’s do or die. There is no way Allison can go back to Buckson, back to her family. Not now.
