Into the night

The air was crisp and fresh as we pelted through the night. The moon was full and its strong milky glow illuminated the fields that we ran through. On our bare feet the grass was soft and dewy and every now and then we would have mud seeping in-between our toes.
The trees bending hard under the strong will of the wind. The bellowing of the wind was all we could hear besides gun shots and the rhythmic thudding of our feet upon the earth. We jogged on, trying to hug ourselves for warmth whilst running.
We were soaked from the rain that whipped into us with a sting from of the fast winds.
We were puffed out and sick of seeing the same old image of the stretching plains of flattened out grass. We could hear the gunshots and although they were too far away to smell but our brains knew the scent. The paddock was ripe with the pungency of cow patties and the horrid stench of mounds of corpses. Our troupe trudged on through the slowly lightening darkness as our pursuers grew nearer, we could tell by the growing sounds of their chase as we heard less of the roaring winds and more of the barking German shepherds. The slow growing glow of dawn on the horizon was beautiful but its light could’ve been deathly from aiding those in search of us.
The grey clouds above us seemed to give me a chilling feeling in my gut as if it was an ominous sign of ruin. The fields that at first seemed everlasting were now coming to an end and the huge bush coming closer. Inside we found tranquility and stillness away from those following. We were certain we would be safe in there, protected from the random pot-shots of our trackers. The winds were beginning to subside and the rain now no more than a drizzle. The tweeting and chirping of the birds could be heard and the moo of awakening cows. Everything around was soaked and had begun to glisten in the now strengthened sunlight. We were clammy and tired from our get away in the pouring rain but after finding a place to hide we could take a rest. The Floor was soggy yet soft with old brown leaves and the thick shrubbery we hid in was comforting. We felt a wave of relief as the danger to our lives to seemed to pass. Our heart rates slowed and we began to enjoy the wonder of our surroundings as we slowly etched our way back to being warm. It was the second week into spring and the flora had started to flourish. As we were far away from the slums of our hometown this was a new experience. The tree’s we hid amongst were brown but plagued with from the trunk upward with green vines sprouting pink and purple flowers that smelled of perfume and to touch were silky. We lied on soft and moist moss as we watched fleeting red and blue birds go about their skirmishes in the branches above. A nearby apple tree provided us with some sustenance and its bounty was ripe juicy and we devoured them with pleasure.
Now resting back at our little spot we realized it had been sometime since our transfer from running to hiding and we felt very relaxed and peaceful in comparison to when we galloping through the country side. Being lackadaisical had almost cost us our lives as heavy footsteps from no more than fifteen meters away were certainly not from anyone friendly. There wasn’t enough shelter in the shrubbery for us all to remain hidden so as quietly as possible I crept over next to a decaying old log and forced it open to give me cover. The solid thud of the nearing boots was deafening as everything else seemed to be silenced. No chirping birds or squeaking field mice only the pounding of the weighty leather boots upon the earth. They stopped. I looked up to see the terrifying thing before which was the boots. The boots were covered in mud but with the steel capped front of them shining in the sun. I pressed hard into the rotten log to stay hidden and little bug crawled over me.
I held my breath and then just as I reached my limit he had walked off. We were safe once again.
We waited about ten minutes until we come out of hiding. Many sighs of relief and little tears from the fear but it was OK. We survived those frightful hours and then returned back to our dreary slums life but the scenery there was never as beautiful.