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Log Marking 3



They saw my fear. I was afraid. I cannot stand this.

That damned place, full of them, those, that should have been dead long time ago

Full of them, rising up around us, again and again and a again and there were no place to go no place to stop running or fighting and they just came and came and did not stop rising

And I could not take it so I ran, we ran. Most of them hesitantly, I myself all too willingly. And somewhere there we got separated

So I ran, with no idea where to go, no perception about where our leader was, or any other member of our fellowship

And suddenly one of them found me, she was injured and defending us and she told me to go and flee and to find the others and I said I would not leave her... for I could not bear to be there one more minute alone

And finally we found each other, that relief in their faces, in our faces

They saw, they must have. That cursed, uncontrolled fear in me, the uncertainty that is not supposed to be there

I cannot stand this