They walked alone on the crooked path. There was nothing for miles, not even the dead grass that had accompanied them the past few days.
It was as if the land could not fathom how to respond.
The sand was gritty and bit into their worn-out shoes. The long robes they had been wearing when they started the journey two weeks ago were tattered. Behind them a brown wasteland, in front of them, a black one.
The two girls did not hold each other’s hands. They did not huddle together. They did not take their eyes off their surroundings.
They had made that mistake once before.