you camp on the side of the road

we were going along the road to the north, we would have to reach the Alps as soon as possible to find a relatively safer place even if the fear of making mistakes was a lot.

What's more, the sky was still becoming overcast and the wind rose from the north to face, slapping my face and fluttering my hair shaggy, god how much I wanted a comb!

<< it's half a day >> announced omar looking at his wristwatch, an expensive one with many functions for survival and a small solar panel. I had never been an athletic girl, I smoked and played guitar. Thinking about it, I remembered that in addition to comb, I actually lacked a guitar or simply music.

<< we stop? My legs hurt! >> Linda suggested while I pointed to a piece of land with trees where bones were covered in a ditch. Perfect to avoid attacks on the shoulders. Exhausted drops my backpack and then I threw myself on the ground lying down like I was a starfish.

<< I hope that all this has a fucking sense >> I panted while the other two also sat on my left.

<< How much stuff did you have left? >> Asked omar rummaging in his backpack, I had no idea but I did not care at the time, I watched the clouds flow behind the leaves and for a few seconds it was almost like forgetting everything. Of the condition in which I lived, of fear and of the fact that everything had gone to hell!