Nov 3, 2009, The Arctic
he had been ignoring her own failing resources. Even with her S superior gear, she had been getting cold, and since she didn’t feel cold anymore, she knew the end was near. Good timing. The whole operation had been blessed with good timing.
She sat a few feet from the hole in the ice. She would keep watch as long as she lasted. She broadcast, “go home” to the pack, but they didn’t move. They had formed a ring around her, visible now only by the red glow of their eyes. She tried one more time, but the pack remained. She knew why. Wherever they called home, it would be a long, hard journey back. They would need more food than the remains of Hardson to sustain them.
She could have made it easy on them, by removing her extra tough clothing, and while she appreciated the aid they had rendered, she wasn’t feeling charitable enough to do that.
They would stay back as long as she maintained the mental acuity to exercise her talent. When she could no longer hold herself in a sitting position, she laid down on the ice, and a few minutes later, she closed her eyes. She felt tugging on her protective outer clothing, and then the sensation of being lifted off the ice, and she wondered why, as she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Timothy J Gaddo,
Original: April 24, 2015
Revision: March 19, 2020
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