"Marzbeth. So, you are still alive. That's good!" An old man smiled in relief. He grabbed the child with him as he ran into the forest.
"They're entering the forest!" Several pursuers were catching up fast as the old man was trying his best to avoid them.
"Grandfather. Why are we being hunted? Aren't you supposed to be a good guy?" Marzbeth asked while using sign language.
"They are…" The old man paused for a moment. "...they are afraid of me. They don't want me to continue living and end up threatening them. That's why they want me dead. Not just me, but you too. Even your parents are already…"
Marzbeth tilted his head in confusion. He looked at the injured old man. His right arm was already gone, and the bleeding hadn't stopped. With the other arm carrying him, the old man couldn't tell him what was going on with the sign language.
At this rate, they would catch up to him.
