This way of walking makes it slightly better, although every step is still maddeningly painful.
Neither spoke as they continued towards the mountainside, but halfway there, they stopped.
They saw several cars parked at the foot of the mountain in the distance, their headlights on, lighting up the path downhill.
Meanwhile, people with flashlights continued to patrol the woods around them, moving quickly and densely.
Reality isn't art; no one is foolish enough not to know when to look up or down.
The story of crawling at the enemy's feet undetected is forever just fantasy or an accident, never a reality.
They didn't expect to escape from the search conducted by so many people with flashlights.
Silently, they began walking in another direction, unsure of how many hours had passed or what day it was, their feet so numb with pain they couldn't feel anything.
After crossing a small hill and looking down below, they fell into silence again.
The same setup and patrols were present.
