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Their once full packs are now depleted and Death quietly mocks their mortality. “Come ‘little ones’, we still have long to go, do you still need so much food and so much rest?” They do not respond to such obvious digs, they only look to one another with an eyeroll as they trek strongly forward. But things have become dire. There is no aid on this other side, there is no hope on this other side, there is only an everpresent end that they march towards, less strong, less full, less ready than moments before. They need to find the path in, so they decide to split up, Death and 2 brave little girls split their patrols of the area to increase their chances of finding a way to the beastie. And than, after cleverly chasing that monster all day, the 2 tired girls happen upon a scene...they finally find that brutish beast, comfortably conversing with Death...updating Death...an ally of Death...a friend of Death. And they realize it has all been a fake...a feint...those 2 evil things have been league together the whole time.