Flower didn’t hear Lily because as soon as Mickey picked her up and slung her over his shoulder her head hit his bag and she began complaining, yelling. Now the people they were running past and out the hotel door began to whisper about “WANDERERS”.
Mickey, despite the cold, began to sweat. He pushed through like a rocket the over grown crowd of people, hearing nasty words and crueler than Flower’s foul mouth at this current moment. They had started a revolt. The only place Mickey couldn’t get to fast enough was out! He leading the four of them to the gate he and Lily previously broke the lock to.
The gate was in sight, but that wasn’t the only thing standing there. A guard with a very angered expression and a musket in hand. “Frick.” Mickey stopped, they were too obvious, and the loaded weapon was pointed towards them.
“STOP!” The man shouted, popping a flair into the air with his free hand, “That’s the end of the line for you all.”
Mickey squeezed Lily’s hand before letting go and dropping Flower in the snow at his feet, sweat falling down his cheek and his neck. Heart pounded. Breath heavy and seen in the freezing air.
Flower coughed out the snow, she was exhausted from all the struggling and screaming and remained quiet for the moment.
(In memory of) The rebirth of