Before I could turn around to check what this noise was, another noise, louder than the first one struck again. I identified it this time, it was a cracking sound. I have never heard it before. Then there was another, and another one. Before I could move to safety, as I figured out what was going on, the floor collapsed and the the balcony I was hiding on, plummeted to the ground.
I don't know how long I was out, but it was now dark and cold. The light of the sun was no more and I was just surrounded and covered in rubble and debris. I felt no pain. Is that good or bad? I asked myself. What happened to me? I was out of it and it took me about 5 minutes to remember what had happened. I was afraid to move, hoping I did not find any major injuries or broken bones. I didn't want to move, but I had to. I tried to pick myself up and during that effort the pain I felt was REAL. It hurt all over, but despite all of it I was still able to move and crawled out of all the rubbish and litter that surrounded me. I did not see major signs of blood or areas of unbearable pain, so I figured I dodged a bullet. Except for my pinkie finger, it was dislocated. I figured that one was a quick fix. And some rags would do for the cut on my right thigh. The limping while walking will take a couple days.
It was at this point I realized I had no idea what happened to the group I was following. Did they come over and check the noise of the collapsed balcony? Did they ignore and kept on their way? Are they close or far away? I had so many questions and many decisions to make, but was too tired to think clearly. I found myself the safest place to spend the night, considering the circumstances, and forced myself to sleep with my axe in hand.
I was up bright and early the next morning, with the first orange-pink lights from the sun. These days you really don't know what color the sky will be. The pain was considerably higher now, but I had to keep on going. I figured I would follow whatever seemed like a logical path for the small group ahead of me to follow. If they also slept at some point in the night they might just be a couple hours ahead of me. That is, if they didn't find me in the rubble, waited and are now following me. Or maybe they saw me and left me for dead? Although still possessing my tools was a quick assurance I could dispatch that last idea. They either saw me and left me to see what happens or didn't see me at all. I am counting on the second choice.
After a couple hours I found what could have possibly been their rest spot. Some empty cans, a place where a fire was burning, and some clean spots on the ground where people could have laid to rest. The fire coals were not close to warm, it had been a while since they were last there. I also found a piece of crumbled up paper under a rock.. it had some notes and scribbles. At the bottom it had a drawing and two words: "The Ship"
This was too obvious, why would they leave so many clues. Something is not right. Unless they want people to know this, to search, to follow… but why? Are they unto me? Is this a trap? I swiftly looked over my shoulder and all around a 360 degree angle, up and down, to see if I spotted anything, anyone watching.
I guess if I want to know the answer to my questions, there is only one way to find out.
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This will be a series of composites that will span over several weeks.