Ka-Star

It was a stupid move; a rookie’s mistake. How long has he been living in this hellscape, learning the dos and don’ts of survival, burning though torch after torch to keep the darkness away, ever being ready for the next random hound attack, or preparing for the winter or summer’s harsh weather? And here Wilson was, staggering, holding onto what’s left of his broken spear like a walking stick with one hand, and using the other to cover the bleeding wound on his right side. His now discarded log suit was little help against the horde of hounds that greeted him at the edge of the desert. He thought he could seek pass the