All the story is available in the link: http://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html "Matt ran as fast as his legs allowed, he felt that at any moment he was going to fail and fall. The screams grew louder and louder and called him by his name: they were the cries of a woman, mixed with the cry of a baby, and they asked for his help. He went into the forest: he was going to vomit his lungs at any moment. Everything was frozen, he had lost sensibility in the fingers of his hands and he felt wet lips like two ice floes. He used his hands as an amplifier to call her and the ice penetrated his throat like a knife newly sharpened in the fire. “Matt! I'm here." The voice was weak and sick from the cold and pain. “Don't worry, I'm going to look for you” he answered. He ran as much as he could while the darkness hovered around him, he tried to move faster to avoid losing visibility, but the night was faster than his legs. He put the foot up to his ankl...
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