Off Track Pt II: (Tough-Luck)

Emilin used the strength from her forearms to reach for the hiking bag a distance away. Her movements were akin to that of a sloth, both slow and draggy. 

A pitiful sight to say the least.

She was panting more than she had been throughout the entirety of the hike yesterday, but the injury had a lot to do with this exhaustion.

'Ha, since when has moving been so tiring.'

Her situation reminded her of some of those homeless and handicapped people who crawled in the streets.

Some didn't have working legs and others simply didn't have the energy to stand up.

It wasn't a rare sight in her past life, especially in the areas where she used to roam around when she did so in the area where she stayed.

Back then she roamed around just for the sake of roaming and so there weren't many sights that she hadn't seen. Well, at least not many that you would be able to find on the streets.

Roaming because she didn't have a purpose nor a pattern.