She led me out the door in to the freezing wastelands, the cold wind tugging at the tails of my thick coat. Weaving through crowds of the faceless populous, everyone of them seemed to be weighed down with some heavy burden, unable hold their heads up with hope or self-esteem.
When I was at school my English teacher once smuggled me an ancient, tattered text written many centuries ago by a man named Tolkien, it told the story of good people rising up against evil tyranny and banishing it from the land forever. It gave me hope, until my teacher was snatched away by the Truth Writers for cleansing. I never saw him again but I made a promise to never let another book be destroyed.
I had to get her and the book underground and soon, the day was getting colder and the crowds were starting to thin, we couldn’t stay hidden in the masses for much longer.

“Hey, you two, stop now” The voice came from behind us.