Flee

Post 76

Walking through the forest, Ned’s breathing quickened, not quite believing he was still alive. He was lucky to get away. Blinking, he looked behind. The rest of the Malaxian detachment was out there somewhere. Sweat trickling down his face, the boy stopped and took deep breaths. Calming down, he looked at the map and direction of the sun. He made a decision and moved on. The next few hours would be more about getting some distance than caution. There was enough room between the trees for him to run. But not too fast as he needed to keep moving. The boy ran and walked all day until he halted for a rest. It was early evening and Ned listened to the birds. He rasped deep breaths and sat against a tree. Continue reading