Jack didn't know how long he walked. Years? Decades? He had been walking in auto mode. Day and night were now alternating between one another at a more rapid pace.
He felt his body getting weaker. He looked at his hand. His hands seemed thinner than usual. His skin had wrinkles. It felt like he had seen them for the first time. Perhaps it didn't register to him all this time or he just ignored them. He touched his face, there were wrinkles as well. He was getting older.
He looked at the sky which looked to be in a fast-forward mode. Was my body affected by the increased time flow as well?
There were more hills and dead trees. The land seemed like a chaotic mess. A far cry from what it was near the cliff wall where he started. He could hardly remember that time anymore. It seemed like ages ago.
How was everyone doing?
He tried to remember his friends' names. Nothing came into mind. Did he forget them? Did they forget him?
