NOAH
You can only get so far
With no one by your side
With no one by your side
All Noah could think about was running. He gripped his bow tight, arms pumping and pushing to keep him moving with Korbin. He let the younger man pull him into the safety and solace of the crevasse. Noah was out of breath. His face was pale. He had killed a man. He dropped his bow and used his arms to hold him up against a rock. He could not hear Korbin as he spoke, but the answer to his question was obvious.
Noah was a hunter. He understood what it was like to take the life of an animal, to use all of it to survive. He understood death. The sound of his arrow sinking deep into flesh was so familiar in his ears. But, somehow, the sound he remembered now was different. There was weight behind it, the thunk so heavy it made his knees shake. The wail that followed--the visceral, deep, sorrowful wail would haunt him. The older man shuddered, his stomach churning.
He did not look at Korbin, but he wanted to say something. He opened his mouth, but instead of words, vomit propelled into the snow at the base of the rock wall he held himself up against.
A dark storm lies ahead
