Without lights around them, they could not make sure what kind of area they ended up in as the night faded their visions; their long journey pushed them to this eerie place, not a hotel where they could lay their exhausted body on a fluffy mattress,
The disaster took its place, a group of five robust towering men in hoodies cut off their way with iron sticks in their hands; there were solely fierce in their sharp gazes and the desire to gulp whoever stood in front of them. And gradually their feet stomped closer toward the car where Sandra and Ana shrank in fear.
"Aunty…w-who are they?" As they started drumming the car and with a roaring voice, shouting at them to come out, Ana whined, exploding out her dread toward the horror reflected through their infuriated faces and barbaric action. "Aunty …,"
"I-I…don't know." Sandra's voice trailed off; the funk echoed in her tone.
Bang! Bang!
