forum Alone in the snow || closed (2/2)||

Started October 31, 2022 by @FallenSinAza

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(Oh! It's back alive. :D)

Kira struggled as much as she could against her assailant, but to no avail. She was a mere child, 11 going of 12 that year, there was zero chance she was getting away from someone almost double her size. She had no choice but to allow him to drag her wherever he wanted. And though her feet were bare and being burned by the cold of the snow, she dug her heels down to make a trail in the snow, and yelled as loud as she could for help, not that she got many of those out before Zion yanked on her hair harder and barked at her to shut up.

She flailed her arms more, no longer trying to escape, but feigning an effort to do so. In reality, she used the act as a way to quickly and stealthily snatch a key off of the belt Zion wore. She had no idea what the key was too, but she only prayed it would be useful. She locked her eyes on her friends who were chasing after her, though they were growing more distant. In a last ditch effort, she threw the key as hard as she could toward the boys, along with half of the bread she had stored in her hoodie, it wasn't much, but she hoped it would help them survive longer. Especially Franklyn whose life force appeared to be rapidly depleting.

Ezra chased after them, his lungs burning from the cold air. "Kira!" He called after them. Ezra clawed at Zion's arm, attempting to loosen his grip, but his efforts amounted to nothing, he was only met with a fist to the stomach. The sheer force of Zion sent Ezra's small body flying. His weak body tumbled and rolled in the snow. Just then, two of the soldiers came over to Ezra. Their large hands gripped his arms, as he himself was dragged to the middle of camp.

Franklyn lifted his head, watching his friends get dragged away, before pulling himself up to his hands and knees. Slowly, he crawled through the snow to where the key and bread were. He nibbled at the bread, for just a moment, trying to get his body to stop shaking, before slowly getting to his feet.
He followed the drag marks, stopping just outside the ring of men in the center of the camp. They had the two kids surrounded, and Franklyn was worried that this might be it. He shoved the key deep in his pocket and stepped up behind the men, trying to see what was going on exactly.