บท 159: Makina and Marin Part 3

In the dimly lit confines of their tent, Makina sat beside her peacefully sleeping sister, Marin.

The faint glow of a single candle flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced on the tent walls, emphasizing the weight of their dire circumstances.

Marin's fragile form lay atop a makeshift bedding, her breathing steady but her body bearing the marks of the plague's relentless grip.

Makina's eyes were fixed on Marin's face, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of fear, despair, and desperation.

The scarcity of food was becoming increasingly apparent, and the severity of the plague's toll on their bodies was undeniable.

The sight of Marin's hairless scalp and the knowledge of her sister's blindness only added to Makina's overwhelming sense of helplessness.

The sound of Marin's rhythmic breathing was a stark contrast to Makina's racing thoughts.

"What should I do?"