Shower of Locusts, Swarm of Droplets

There is an impasse. Haruna looked down both roads that diverged from the path she took. The directions that a man had wrote for her was crumpled in her grasp, deemed useless at this point. It said to go down a road, then turn this way, past the next junction, turn that way... but she had already lost track of what step she was supposed to be on, rendering the pointers useless. Without anyone on the road to ask for directions, it had become a guessing game.

On her back were long water canisters that were donated to her for the trip. Although advised to only fill half-way up, it came as a surprise to the townsfolk when she lugged the containers, completely filled with water, down the road. When it rained, she was donated a cap to avoid "getting a cold." Whatever that meant; how could one suffer from just exposure to a little water? Her skirt and blouse were dirtied from the long travel and her supply of water is starting to thin. Her hunger pangs had long since disappeared, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before food would become a problem.

Her knees buckled and Haruna relented to her body's neglect. Although she originally planned to walk throughout the night, she ceded to rest for a time before continuing onward.