Trudging along, the soles of her feet swollen and bruised, she pulled that large brown sack along the broken and wettened tarmac. Soon, she reached the railing, much like a wall, and readied herself. Before she started, she decided to take in the surrounding of her new birthplace.

   The train tracks, old and derelict as they were, were covered in a rust thicker than her hand. The road she shambled across was reddened from its original dark grey, fractured and full of massive indentions, and only wide enough to fit a car and a half. Each side of the road was lined by a thick and immense forest, undergrowth dense and barbed and trees that towered to five times her size. Finally, the large bridge across the great abyss that she found herself on, above was a dark orange sky, tinged by night, and below a dark rapid, threatening to swallow whatever might come into its path.

   After she took in that breath-taking sight, she heaved a large sigh. The contents of that sack deformed underneath her heavied hand, and it gave a loud mushing noise as she grasped it. Throwing that long bag over her shoulder, she heaved it atop the large grey walls that girded the bridge. Upon her face lied a mournful look, but beneath her skin rested a great eagerness, urging her to hurry.

   Then, she threw it off the bridge, into the river, and watched it disappear downstream. The great wounds the contents had inflicted upon her no longer throbbed, they hurt her no more. The slurs it made no longer pricked at her, it no longer crushed her eardrums every time it sounded. So, she gave a faint smile, one not plagued by her previous burdens, and started down the road. Trudging along, she pulled her body, broken, across the tarmac.