Beginning Of The Harvest (Pt 1)
'Well, this isn't the first time you've done it, Jeremy…' I calmed myself and looked beyond the horizon.
I could somewhat see the Camp, though it was not very clear—even with my heightened vision.
It seems so small, so irrelevant, almost like a speck of dust. The moment my thoughts went along this line, I found the courage to do what needed to be done.
For the past week, I had been preparing my heart for this, taking care of the surrounding Camps in the process. So far, there would be no witnesses or survivors to tattle on my actions. Having taken care of all loose ends, I was much more confident concerning the endgame of my plans.
Taking well-paced steps, I began my approach to the Camp, an air of gloom radiating around me. The time of harvest was nigh.
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A week had passed since he last saw the kid, yet Jeremy hadn't shown up since then.