Each day the horrors they woke to grew exponentially: the community water jugs had been stolen by marauders, food had grown scarcer, and some of them were now too sick to move.
McKafree had considered running away and taking his chances in the Desert of Death, beyond the Fellowship Walls, but the thought of facing the horrors out there by himself was scarier than the horrors themselves.
He’d stay put, nursing the sick, praying for the gods to release the rains and to strike down their enemies. He’d do what he’d always done, what he’d been trained to do: nothing.
Ran Walker is the author of 21 books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University in Virginia.