134 (part 1)

ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR:

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There was war.

The ground shook as the soldier marched, on their hands were the guns that fires to kill the mortals. Missiles launch and eradicate buildings and houses. The battle cries of the soldiers were drowned by the pleas and begs of the civilians.

“Quick, hurry!” There were two people in front of Emmanuel, extending their hands towards him with expression urgent. 

Emmanuel, with his seven-year-old body, attempted to get a handle on their hands. They took it and ran. 

They ran, and ran, and ran like a horse galloping on the solid ground. Their feet and their bodies were tired, sweats started to form on their foreheads. Their throats were hurting from its dryness, and their stomachs were boiling in hunger.

Emmanuel wanted to stop, but his exhaustion was making his mouth shut. 

Suddenly—

He fell on his knees, his hands slipped from their grasp. He grunted, h