Time seems to be moving faster than I last recalled.
We've been traveling for days now, our little caravan making its way ever deeper into the uncharted wilderness. The further we go, the more it feels like we're leaving the horrors and violence of the old world behind us for good.
I should be relieved, excited even, at the prospect of what's to come. But if I'm being honest, a part of me is also...unsettled. Fraught with doubts about whether I'm truly capable of embracing this new peaceful existence Greg has envisioned for us.
My musing must show on my face, because Zander falls back to ride beside me, eyeing me shrewdly.
"You're doin' that brooding thing again, kid," he observes in that gruff rumble of his. "Out with it before you go tilting at windmills up there in that head of you
