Chapter 8 - The SaviourTo his surprise Tim's hand fell on the stock of an AK47. Just as the dingoes rushed forward he found the trigger and fired. The sound of gunfire frightened the skittish dogs sending them howling into the desert night. He sat wondering how the rifle came to be there. Then he remembered, this was the same place he'd shot the Crusader in the head, this must be his rifle. His own head hurt like hell and he closed his eyes to dull the throbbing pain.
Tim woke at dawn having fallen unconscious not long after the dingoes had disappeared. He threw the strap of his rifle over his good shoulder and looked around.
'How did I survive this? It must be God's doing. I must be blessed,' he thought to himself.
A voice spoke inside his head. “I am here, and yes, you truly are bless
