Vigil

It is getting very difficult to see.

Zera is still walking, stubbornly, but slower now, in case she falls. All the warmth of the afternoon is gone, and its getting harder to keep from shivering.

The girl had been sure she knew where she was before the light vanished over the horizon, but the hours stretched, and it now seems a very long time that she had seen any sign of other human life.

Fighting panic and temptation to cry, she keeps walking on cold aching feet.