Day after day, week after week, month after month the escape would never end. They knew as long as they were still walking and talking they would still be hunted. The journey would never end and in that time they saw wonders they knew only few would ever see. But they were exhausted they knew they wanted to stop but they knew if they did it would just come faster. Many had come and gone some left because they thought they could face the horrors behind us and others knew they couldn’t go on. They knew the journey would never end so they keep walking past it all.