Chapter 4
by 
Erolord
What's next?
Power through the night
You look around your camp and a thought crosses your brain.
Aww to hells with sleepin’. I must be getting’ close town by now. May as well power through and arrive in the wee hours of the early morn.
Grabbing your things, you set off down the road as twilight looms over the horizon. An orchestra of crickets begin to sing their nightly tune as you walk down the dusky forest path.