It was noon. The sun shone over his face. The loss he felt in the dream was still inside him. But the fear, it was gone. He could barely remember those undead creatures. He pulled out his bottle of spirit and gulped it all in one go. The hell with it! He had seen that the desert does not end till Zone 13. So he would meet no one in between. Fine! At least he had been going in the right direction. He removed his boots and his pants for he decided that they were useless as he could feel nothing with his legs and merely added to the load he had to pull with him. Then he threw away the bottle of spirit and the map. He pulled the photograph out and kissed the smiling faces of his daughter and wife, his girls. And put it in his breast pocket, as closer to his heart as he can. He took the ProComm in one hand and the compass in the other and started slithering towards Zone 13. He had seen, he was still far. It would take him another day or two. He had to survive. He had to see his family. He muttered under his breath, “Mary and Lily, anything for you, girls, anything for you.”
The antenna lay on the sand, as intact as ever, as he went away.
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Desertcrawler
Mystery / ThrillerThe intercontinental war between the Socio-Colonialists and the Capitalists is called off and Jake D'souza finally gets to return home to his wife and daughter after three long years. But fate has other tricks up its sleeves. Halfway through the jou...
