She walked, each pace faster than another, yet she had no idea where she was heading. To where, was merely buried in silent footsteps. And, her feet obediently followed.
Fifteen minutes later, from the name of a leader, she bore the name of a loser. One by one went ahead of her - first a girl, then a woman in her late fifties, then another and another. She quickened; her muscles actively respired.
She gasped for more air. Deeply she inhaled, but the amount of air that reached her lungs were minimal. Summoning strength, she sucked in more air. But, Ouch! She pulled a right hand to pamper her heart. A needle poked through it.
Her lungs cried for more air.
"I can't go on anymore," she stopped herself, still gasping and breathing.
"I... can't... go... on..."
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