15 years ago:
“Mum!” I screeched loudly. “Mum!”
I stopped calling out for her when I spotted her lifeless body on the ground.
“Mum?”
At that moment nothing seemed to matter as I ducked down onto my knees shaking her, crying my eyes out.
“Shhh.” A voice whispered. It was Dad.
“Dad, you- you’ve been stabbed.” I stuttered.
“Yes, I have Andrea, I know.” I felt a shred of discomfort watching the smile on his dying face.
“Then what are you doing? We need to go back to the pack doctor so she can save you.” I was pulling his sleeve before he pushed my hand away.
I wasn’t sure why when I saw the pack doctor die myself.
“There’s no time to save me, you’ll have to save yourself.” He brought out a black rack sack and gave it to me. “Here is a bag of supplies, don’t waste them.”
Quickly rea
