Walker slunk out of the forest line, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were up by his ears, scrunching under the sudden onslaught of the wind as it scraped across the beach. It had picked up in the time they’d been gone, taking on an apathetic violence that stirred up a s**t tonne of sand.
He was unsure whether it was the wind or the tide that had swept away most of the footprints. To think, not even a few hours ago there had been hundreds of people standing on this very beach. Now, you wouldn’t know by looking at it.
All the evidence had been wiped away.
The pyres were still burning, the wind having stirred them up too. Flames, a bright, burning orange against the blue night, danced to nature’s brutal rhythm. Too, the ocean lapped at their bases, sending up new plumes of smoke with
