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The sand was burning my feet as I walked on. Out, somewhere far from the gates, I was hurrying along to a place as far as possible. I had nothing with me except some clothes. My throat was as dry as the ground I was on- completely scorched till there was no more. According to the plan, I should not have had escaped alone, my parents would also have been here with me. The shouts and screams of their voices echoed in my head begging them to stop and at least let me go. As I was beginning to think that this was the end, that I would die right here out of dehydration or blood loss and that they would find my rotting and withered corpse, I saw a little hut far in the distance. I trudged on. If I was to die I would rather have someone do my last rites rather than some animal eat me. I shouted for help. At some point, on the way to that hut all went dark and my almost limp body crashed into the ground.











