Hoshor Plains lord hear me now, junkboats and english boys

She forced her eyes open, remembering her earlier thought that she ought to face death with open gaze. She did not know if death would come for her, did not know what the male wanted, only knew that the uncertainty only served to terrorize her further. His question was met with silence, gaze void of tears and yet glassy and dull. Only when his limbs pressed against her neck and she struggled to draw air into her hungry lungs did she speak, the word sounding as if it had been dragged up her throat. "south."  She fell silent once more, though this time tears sparked her gaze, drawn there by exertion and emotion.