the other half of the story

Hey, here's the other half of the story, hope you like, cause I do, and I actually really want Mr Sale to read it, don't know why, oh well, right, story:

Terror grips her throat as she turns her fourth corner only to find the same scenery put in front of her. She has lost all direction and any hope of gaining them. She then makes a right and runs straight into a Flagellant. She screams in surprise. The whole line of Flagellants stops and peers over each other’s shoulders to see her. The girl moves back only to hit a wall.

“May God be with you.”

She is not sure if the man in front of her had spoken or if she had truly out of her mind. The men walk silently past her. The girl sees the man at the back, not a man, but a smaller figure about her height. A boy, she thinks, there truly is no mercy in this world. The boy looks at her through the holes in his hood as he passes her.

After a little while of only hearing her own breath, she wakes from her hypnotic state and races down the street, this time knowing where to go.

At the house of the only physician still alive in town, the girl bangs the door desperately with her small fist. The door opens to reveal a man in a bird costume. He has on gauntlets and a white robe, and at the end of his beak that is attached to his mask, the girl hears him take a deep breath. “This… way,” she says in a whisper.

She can not remember running down the street with the bird-doctor behind her, but somehow both of them are now in the only room of her house. She approaches the bed in the corner slowly, dreading what she will see. Lying there was a dead figure of what used to be someone she talked with in the middle of the night, someone she rolled down the hill with, someone she shared dinner with. “Brother?” she asks.

“May he find salvation in the heavenly place” the physician begins his prayer, but the girl no longer heard him. She collapses on the floor. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she trembles with sadness, but not a weep could escape her lips now. There is no one left to hear it, so why bother. A tingle occurred on her hands, and she brings them up to see what have caused it. On her hands were red patches. She screams.

“God is not here any more.”