Stroke of Unluck

"Are you sure it's this way…?" The timid girl asked. She wrapped her own hands around her chest as she walked like she was tiptoeing. She guarded a small container in her arms that blinked occasionally. The gruff man with the large sword on his back stopped and looked at her.

"I'm sure. We're almost there." The man answered with a grunt. 

"D-didn't that woman say th-there were high ranking monsters out here as of late? Sh-should we really take a direct route?" 

"It shaves off time. You don't have time, right?" The man asked the girl. She hesitantly nodded. "That's our answer then." The man faced forward and continued on his way. The sounds of everything around them scared the girl. She had lived the last week on the road and she just wanted to be home in New Angeles.