They came upon the camp just as the sun dipped below the horizon, finding it abandoned, the embers of a fire smoldering in a pit surrounded by empty seats.
“We’re too late.”
“No, we can catch up to them, look, the fire is still hot.”
Shana lifted her eyes to the mountains, knowing that’s where they would be headed.
“Do you think it’s safe beyond the mountains?”
“Is it safe anywhere?”
They made torches, lighting them from the last of the embers, and began to trudge the well-worn path made by thousands of feet before them.
100 words for Friday Fictioneers.