Dead Silence

With our backpacks full of supplies and essentials, ourselves covered in layers of fabric, we commence our journey. In a line-formation, about twenty other people and I walk forward with no exact destination. We decided it would be best to move away from the danger, and maybe find a way to stop it.

I take a look back where the other half of the people are. I see the footprints from way back and the rest of the crew. Nobody seems to be enjoying the absolutely freezing walk, which, to be fair, have a reason not to. They all have different expressions on their faces. Well, on their eyes, at least. Most of them look afraid. Others look stern, and some look basically emotionless. Crazy how I could tell how they are feeling by just looking at them. I suppose a plague killing millions and millions of the population, including your loved ones, can be traumatizing and coped in different ways. On the bright side, out here in this snowy desert, the plague is unknown and can’t reach us.

We stop after hours of marching and place tents on top of the soft snow. I decided that we should make a campfire since I have matches, but I didn’t have any wood. Luckily, someone else had thought of the idea of bringing dry and flammable wood. I form a mini hut with the wood and try lighting up a match with my gloves on. It’s quite the challenge, but I eventually got the campfire to light up. As it gets dark, everyone is done with putting up their tents and are sitting by the fire. Nobody is speaking, just staring at the flame stiffly. I open my mouth, but I hesitate. I end up not saying a word and decide to continue with the dead silence.