I watched them run from my small pitiful excuse of a house. There were girls and boys; teens and adults. They're called the "Wild Ones". Everyday at the same very spot they'd come running through our village. To some they bring joy,others nuisance. You'd see little ones who's mimic them from time to time. Apparently they're our hero. But as I stare at them from my small window I've grown to notice something eerie about them. Watching something everyday you'd thi