Publisher Grade-- Mourning after Dawn

One, two, three, four. They had escaped, they were free! The four of them had broken out from the most sadistic hellhole he had ever imagined, had been chased by an entire army into these nearly inaccessible mountains, and were now surely left for dead. One, two, three, four. Their guide and only defense lay dead just a few feet away. But all was not lost. He knew where the village was, the general direction at least. He could make it there before the weather really hit, even on foot. One, two, three, four. He sealed his lips around hers, then blew. He could make it there easily, if it wasn't for her... One, two, three, four. He was doomed.