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Astrid had been a part of it Love and all It was so corny, but love had kept hi that Drake had died while Sae Nice combination

And responsibility, he realized suddenly That had helped in a strange way, knowing that kids needed hi him he was not so necessary And, by the way, not so loved And the coround? Gone

Sam took off his shirt The wound in his shoulder didn’t look like er he could feel so hard and round just below the skin

He squeezed the wound with his fingers, wincing at the pain, squeezed so with a little blood

He looked at the ball A shotgun pellet About the size of a BB He tossed it away A Band-Aid would have been nice, but he would have to content hi down the cliff, needing so to eat down in the tidal pools in the rocks

It was a tough cliet back up once he was down But physical movement seemed necessary to him

I could jump in the water and swim, he told himself

I could swim until I can’t swim anymore

He wasn’t afraid of the ocean You couldn’t be a surfer and be afraid of the ocean He could start swiht out From here it was ten miles to the distant FAYZ wall Couldn’t see it from here, couldn’t usually see it at all until you were up close to it It had a gray, satiny, pseudo-reflective character that fooled the eye As far as they knew, it was a coh it looked like the sky, and at night it looked like stars

He wondered if he could reach the wall Probably not He wasn’t in as good a shape as he’d been back in the old days

He’d probably wear out after a mile If he swam hard, maybe a mile, maybe a mile and a half And then, if he let it, the ocean would take him do him up Not the first person to be taken by the Pacific There were human bones scattered across the ocean floor, from here to China

He reached the rocks and bent over aardly to rinse the shotgun wound in salt water

Then he began poking around in the tidal pools Darting little fish So But after half an hour he had collected a couple handfuls ofsea cucumber He placed them all in a small tidal pool Then he aiht to set the salt water boiling

He sat on slick rocks and ate the seafood stew, gingerly picking pieces out of the hot broth It was delicious A little salty, which would be bad later unless he found fresh water, but delicious

It i alone with hi of hi details

Suddenly, to his own a had it been since he’d sat by himself, no one in his face?