Chapter fourty nine.

They walked for hours. On and on. But they was still no sign of their designated location.

The air around them was thick and tense. It was almost like that of a dinner night with one's undoting mother-in-law.

Although Wei started to grow a second thought on his choice of route, he still couldn't say it out loud.

It was suffocating. The eyes on him and that invisible burden that pressed on his shoulder.

How the timid looking Salvador could cope with it. He didn't know.

It wasn't even a full day of taking responsibility and he already felt unable to breath.

They didn't take rest. No. Resting was for the dead. They were fully consciously alive and pretty much wanted to live, so they had to strive. Hard.

A man had got to hussle.

It was starting to get dark when they finally spotted the tip of the said moutain. Standing gallantryly in a distance. And at that moment, Wei could finally release the breath that had hanged in his chest since only God knows when.

A small smile making it's way to