We moved to the patch of grass as a slight spray hit over
us.
Miles of wasteland was still in front of us but the clearing
was a relief.
Sayaka took a sip of water at the pond that had formed.
“Where are going to next?”
“North is our only way out but I’m not sure where is north.”
Sayaka looked worn down from her experience and that gave me
a chill.
I held my gun throughout the journey as we exited into a
firefight.
Sayaka aimed toward the enemy but drew down her weapon immediately.
“Let’s avoid this fight.
We have bigger fish to fry.”
Following her direction, we circled the fight to what she
thought was north.
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