The Cause Of Death

Innledning
As the wind rushed past her small frame, her hair swayed gracefully and the wheat tickled her sides.

With each step, she ran at an incredible speed, leaving behind all the pain and worries in the dense wheat fields.

Her joyful laughter echoed throughout the vast expanse of the wheat fields, like the carefree giggles of a child who was savouring every moment of what could possibly be her last day on earth.

Utdrag
Ziva strained to hear the voices outside, her heart pounding in her chest. She recognized her father's tone - the calm and composed voice he always used when discussing work matters.

But the other voice was unfamiliar, and it dripped with an intense and unwavering anger. "We're here to ruin you, just as you ruined us," the voice declared, devoid of any fear or hesitation.

Ziva could sense the malice and bitterness behind the words. The man continued, "We've done our homework, and we know that every 'superhero' has a weakness. And we've found yours."

In a flurry of motion, she darted into her room and hastily began packing a small backpack with the essentials her father had emphasized as crucial for moments like these.

She grabbed a bottle of water and snatched the remaining bread from the table where it had been left earlier.

With her makeshift survival kit in tow, Ziva made her way back to the door that separated her from her father.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Ziva's veins as her father's voice boomed from the other side of the door, urging her to run.

Clutching the backpack tightly, she raced towards the backdoor in the dining room and burst through it, the sound of men hot on her heels.

With every ounce of strength she could muster, Ziva pumped her skinny legs, her heart pounding in her chest. Gunshots rang out behind her, and she could sense that someone was closing in.

Suddenly, her father's voice took on an unfamiliar tone as he shouted, "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!"

Ziva rushed towards the narrow path that stretched out from the house, her sandals slipping on the gritty sand.

She could hear the sound of the man's footsteps getting closer and closer. Her eyes welled up with tears as she pushed herself to keep running. The man's voice echoed behind her, making a false promise that he wouldn't harm her.