It wasn’t far to go. And yet it was too far to get to. The weather made it harder, of course. It had begun to snow heavily some time in the night.
I sighed with frustration, and my breath frosted in the air before me. Even inside the shelter it was freezing. But there was nothing for it; I would have to do my best because this was the only chance I had.
I screwed up the message outlining the where and when, and thanked my lucky stars that someone was willing to help me get out of the city. Then, as quickly as I could, I packed up my meagre belongings and was on my way.
I crossed the settlement, and exited through a secret door in the town’s walls as per my instructions. On the other side was the forest.
I moved cautiously around the trees, careful to avoid any rabbit holes or sticking up roots that had been concealed by the snow. If I fell and twisted my ankle or broke my leg, well…that didn’t bear thinking about.
The going was slow. I tried to pick up the pace, conscious of the distance I had to go and the short time in which to do it. Panic and fear was never far away.
But then, through the leafless trees I glimpsed the railway line. I sighed with relief, though it was short-lived as the forest echoed with the sound of the approaching locomotive.
If I didn’t make the tunnel, I would miss the train. And if I didn’t make the train, I was as good as dead.
I broke out into a run, oblivious to all obstacles in my path. I had to make it. I had to.
But the question was, even if I managed to get on the train, was it fast enough to out run my past?