I was exhausted, my throat parched and my clothes drenched in sweat. All this effort seemed to have a purpose, but it was for many things. I had to keep swinging and enduring.
The wind was blowing fiercely in my face, slowing down my attacks and making it difficult for me. But I refused to stop. If tomorrow was my last day, I had to give it my all today. I swung my club left and right with all the strength I could muster.
I repeated this for hours on end, but there was no movement around me. No one was coming or going. When I finally realized that I was out of breath, I paused briefly. Gasping for air, I contemplated my next moves. But there was something else on my mind.
My stomach was growling with hunger. All this exertion had made me ravenous. I tried to silence the growling by gently tapping my stomach. If I stopped to eat now, all my efforts would be in vain. Even though he wasn't here, it felt as if something or someone was watching me.
