ThirteenBut we didn't get to talk about anything that night.
Instead, as we rode back through the burgeoning dusk with the streaks of auburn threading through a purple sky, I caught him looking sideways. He slowed the bike and I followed his gaze. We both sat in silence, scanning the hills, searching for something. Something he'd seen. Something I'd seen.
Figures. Moving. Across the green of the hills.
But how could that be?
Not here, not now. Everything was dead.
Or so we thought.
I saw the first of them loping down the other side of the hill. We were in a small valley, with nothing to protect us from prying eyes.
As I looked, more of them appeared over the ridge, small specs of black gradually growing larger. Not Sandmen, not Sweepers.
People. Brandishing spears.
More fanned out
