Capítulo 138: The Mountains

Daime and the old lady have been climbing up the mountain for the past two hours now. The young man keeps on looking at his wrist watch from time to time and can't help thinking whether the old lady still knows the way to her home or not. 

The path is covered with snows, piling up and washing away the strides of pathways that has been shoveled up by the military soldiers whenever they enter this premise. 

The trees are covered with sharp bristles of icy cold water, forming crystals that shines when a bright light hits them. 

Daime looks up to the highest peak of the mountain and sighs. Wherever this old lady's house is should be in a good condition to even survive this type of weather conditions. 

"We are near, darling. Just a little bit more."

Her voice is hoarse and coldness is evident by the way she speaks. Daime keeps up his pace as he rummages for an extra blanket to cover the old lady up.