The Walk
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Last published Wed, May 11, 2016
As the darkness came, Thane found himself in denial that in the events of last night, his flashlight, tent, and only remaining bottle of water was damaged in the storm. Hail the size of golf balls is not gentle on electronics, or on human flesh for that matter. He was in pain, with bruises all across his arms, legs, and back it was hard to walk. But what choice did he have now? If he did not walk, he would die of dehydration. He was not a weak man. After serving 5 years in the US army as a front line soldier he was very built physically. Some might call him a beautiful specimen. He was 6'2 and 220 lbs. of solid muscle. But at this moment he felt all of 120 with how weak he was. As he continued on in the night he looked back one last time to the huge cloud of smoke, and giant hole in the earth. From the mountain top he was on he could finally see the damages. His hometown. His life. Was gone.
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