ZINA
Five days into their journey, and they had already reached the North-Eastern borders without accidents much to Zina's underwhelming surprise. She had seriously thought a claw or a canine would come swinging for neck… but no, the journey was proving to be one of the most boring ones she had encountered.
Not like she wasn't grateful for the lack of action… however the silence was unnerving and slightly disconcerting. She still was unable to shake off the feeling that there was a whole dib she was missing out on.
At least, the silence provided her with ample space to think about a lot of things that had happened, and will happen. In the past six years, she had lived her life laden with a kind of guilt that had one point threatened to drive her to the point of suicide, and at another point, made her a shell of a woman whose life revolved around the man she betrayed.