They ran and kept running.

She was always running.

The world hated her because she didn't look like everyone else.

In her young mind, it didn't seem fair.

Amy tugged on her hand. "Come on, we have to keep going."

Norah struggled to move faster on her shorter legs.

At any moment they could be gunned down.

It didn't seem fair.

Lukas stopped, frowned. "Someone's coming. We have to get off the road."

There weren't many places here to hide, but they had to try, fleeing into the thin dry trees, Amy pulling her along behind them.

Norah glanced back and wished she hadn't, catching a glimpse of two trucks.

One of them stopped and Amy pulled for her to go faster, but she couldn't, she couldn't and she tripped, tumbling to the dry earth.

A voice called from somewhere behind her. "We don't mean no harm. You're mutants, right?"

"Fuck off!" Lukas shouted, brandishing his knife in their general direction.

There was a crack and a small branch near them floated into the air.

"We're mutants too."