1 DECISIONS
Should I leave her to die? I look down at my wife’s bruised, tired, unconscious body. I haven’t had a woman in a long time.
Oasis is far away but I am too weak and dehydrated to carry her. Dark is coming and the giant scorpions will be on the prowl, along with slavers, mutants, and goddess knows what else. "Bless you. May the sands of time take you to oasis."
The traditional prayer I whisper on tired lips. I have heard of others in situations like this. They always end badly. I put my gun to her head, turn away and fire. I check her pulse, just to make sure. I cry. I set off into the evening twilight, wondering about what I had done.
The wastes. The heat. The death. You lose your humanity in the end.
At least, I console myself, she is at peace, and did not die at the hands of someone less than human. I wipe the tears from my eyes. There are none.
Welcome to the dust.