The Blazes of Markoff
“UGH,” I grunt as my foot slipped on a displaced rock.
Climbing this hill is all the exercise I’ll be doing for this year. I’m tired of running. My legs are burning, my feet ache, and now my ankle feels sprained. My curls stick to my face as I grab onto an inclined part of the hill to stable myself for the final steps. As I finally reach the top, I turn back to see the horror this man has created. When you look down on the country of Markoff, what once was a quiet yet suppressed society is now a chaotic inferno. You could feel the heat on your face as the town roars with fire.