Humans have limits.
237 Words
One morning, in one of the Camp people’s gathering, they had a routine, at early hour of the day before the sky turn red from wounds, ten young men would gather into a group of trade-men carrying along hammers, nails and goods for moving to their daily job.
This part of lost lander didn’t have any location to spot it as home, illegally they took a land for themselves, and began to build up houses, shops and shelter by gathering materials from the nearby desolated lands such as woods, steels, irons or plastics whereas, for the nails and hammers they had it collected with them since they were in underground shelter.
When the men gathered in circle prepa4ring to leave, one of them noticed the number were only nine. He questioned his fellowmen about the absent man whether he was fine or was he hit?
“He said yesterday he wasn’t feeling well and he needed a day off.” replied the man.
“Hope he gets well and join us soon. He’s well-known for locations marking more than us. We would get lost if he doesn’t join early.”
“Yeah you have a point.” said the leader of the group who wasn’t feeling easy about the man’s absences “Let’s hurry up and leave.” He ordered all the group to move out, carrying on his shoulder his supply bag and all moved out.
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