It was five minutes to five that morning. First it was a crowing rooster and then a flock of them joined the business of awareness. And then when it was five, the steel tower bell was now being rung, this object was loud enough to wake whoever lived miles away from it. 

Dale had always heard this from afar and never expected such as she was still cuddling on the comfy bed after a hard day, a proper meal and a chilling shower, Dale never planned to wake up like a soldier lost in the battle ground.

Unfortunately for her the mechanism hung a stone throw away from their hostel....