263 Those Condemned » by An Orange Peon Whipping branches and grasping thorns tore at her skin and clothes, shredding them and leaving scores of cuts and gashes. Blood trickled from them, leaving small droplets behind as she urged her rapidly flagging legs onwards. She fled so that she could live. So that even for a second longer, she would live. And so there was rain, and blood, and those condemned.
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