Slowly, we convince everyone to
join hands. We make jokes about this being like a hippy sit in. Some people are
won over. There are some more grumblers, some more leavers, but eventually we
all band together. In the end there are fifty of us, fifty brave travellers
willing to fight the tide of whatever life throws at them.
Now we have a direction, a means
to an end. We will end this feud with Thacker and Windermere and get on with
our own lives. We’ll find the people we love and start a new life in this world
shared with the living.
As I close my eyes and step into
the cold black nothing, the smell of haybales and dusty books in my memories, I
take a first step forwards. A step of my own accord, not dragged sideways by
someone who thinks they know better.
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