Chapter 13

The small boy's legs could barely carry him, he was small, frail and sickly but he was still trying to keep up with the man in front of him, who was dragging him along the street.

He was scared, terrified and very much unaware of their current environment.

His huge eyes kept darting from left to right trying to understand where they were.

It was very dark out already and this part of town looked deserted, no single soul could be seen out, except for the small boy and the man.

All that could be heard were whooshing sounds of the wind and a single paper rolling around in the tarred road in the middle of the street.

The man held the wrist of the small boy and kept dragging him along like a lost doll, until he reached a very old looking, rusty abandoned building that had nothing except for the one single street light that illuminated it.

The man looked around him, from back to front, left to right before his eyes landed on the small boy beside him, he looked at the building and pulled ope