It was cold, even colder with their clothes and hair soaked through. For one second, she hesitated to give any response. Instead, she held the little hand more tightly. Almost a minute passed. She then managed a natural voice: “Forget it. Okay? Let’s be quick and walk to the bus stop before it’s too late.”
The apocalyptic stillness graved the road that seemingly stretched to the end of her world. Only their backs were exaggeratedly visible, with their legs moving in the greatest hurry.