Every step causes the ground to splash on Humpty Dumpty’s legs.

The pelting rain makes it difficult to see as he constantly wipes his eyes every second of the step. Humpty Dumpty couldn’t afford to rest nor look back as he feared to collapse.

Far down, his eyesight captured a medium size house on a plain of grass, no street way. Unthinkably, feeling he had no other options, he charged towards the house. Humpty Dumpty gangled upstairs and violently bangs on the door, simultaneously glancing back frantically.

“Let me in, please! Please, let me in! I’m endangered.” Humpty Dumpty bellowed.

His fist nearly hit the homeowner when she opens the door.

“Good, lord!” The woman eyes widened as she attempts to shut the door.

Humpty Dumpty took the risk of jamming his foot between the door and yelled, “Wait! I need help. Please!”

“What are you?!” The woman shouted, still trying to shut the door. The wind was heavy as box of jugs, glasses of cups could be heard hitting the floor.

“I’m Humpty Dumpty, I need your help!” He told her, pushing as hard as he can. “People are trying to kill me!”

Suddenly the door swifts open, the woman stopping him from tripping over. “You’re real?!” The woman gazed at him in awe, shutting the door behind him.

“Yes.” He replied trying to catch his breath.

“H-how’d you get here?” She asked, her eyes filled with wonder.

Humpty Dumpty shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, let me get a towel. You stay right there.” She ran off.

Humpty Dumpty surveyed all of the broken glass in the kitchen and saw the living room next door inherited the glassy spikes on the floor. He heard big footsteps echoing from the hallway, seeing the woman return, whipping a towel out of its folded position.

“Here,” she says lightly applying the towel against his fragile body. “My name is Yisephanie Halajem by the way. What’s yours? Oh, wait! Silly me, I already know!”

They both laughed, Humpty Dumpty’s coming off a bit anxious.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you in any sooner.” She proceeds. “I thought you were one of those crackheads looking for a place to stay, due to this heavy storm. I’m surprised you survived it.”

“Me too!” He muffled from her drying his face. “Is something burning?”

Yisephanie looks back and drops the towel, dashing to the stove. “Oh, no!” She panics, using the towel she wipe Humpty Dumpty with to lift the pan. “That was the last steak! How am I gonna eat? All the stores are closed.”

“I’m sorry.” Humpty Dumpty said. “It’s my fault.”

“No,” Yisephanie says. “It’s mine. Now I can’t feed my kids.” After sulking for a little, she looks at Humpty Dumpty whom is still standing at the door. “Oh, you can come in. Sit at the table.”

“Oh, no it’s okay.” Humpty Dumpty said.

“No, I insist. You’re my guest now.” She replied, pulling a chair out from underneath the table with a warm smile.

Humpty Dumpty hesitantly approached giving her a warm smile back, and sat at the table.

“So tell me, Humpty Dumpty, what were you exactly being chased for?” Yisephanie wondered as she tossed burnt steak into the garbage.

“Well, I guess people spotted a walking egg in their neighborhood and got suspicious, or-or maybe hungry, since you told me all stores are closed, and I guess they chased after me.” Humpty Dumpty explained. He then screamed when he felt a big knife stab into his head.

“I think it’s because people are hungry.” Yisephanie nonchalantly responded.