There are so many thoughts swirling in my head I can’t function at the moment. I just want to sit here staring at the ocean in a catatonic state. As I start, I’m vaguely aware Zandra has left the shelter of the tree line and gone back down the beach. She returns holding out my stick and blocking my view.
There is no mistaking the point she’s trying to make. It’s a thought that I’ve beaten myself up over nearly everyday since the explosion. I heard run and I ran. Once the smoke had cleared, I couldn’t get over my own fears to look at the body. It’s funny now with all the Death I’ve seen, but then it wasn’t. So yeah, my fault.
I grab the stick, and shake my head. “I’ll just slow you down.” They were obviously afraid of whatever laid claim to the beach and the tunnels didn’t exactly sit well with me, but I’ve also had a good life for the most part and beachlife isn’t exactly something I was built for.