Episode 95: The Start Of The Time Limit
Kilr steeped out into the light with Narci on his back, in one hand was a small lunchbox filled with the number of sandwiches he had managed to salvage in the RV. His other hand held a cheap wristwatch that still worked.
"Huu", he exhaled as he looked at the debris still showing the signs of the battle that had transpired as clear as day. It troubled him that he had no memory of it but there were flashes not of images but of feelings.
Narci snuggled on his back as they both wore matching jacket pairs, she had managed to salvage a pair of fine sneakers. Even as weak as her body was she still objected to being carried by Kilr but he was adamant…
Was it worry or regret or a budding feeling? That she could not tell!
