Chapter 64.

I almost cried, and I probably could have if I wasn’t extremely dehydrated, but there it was…. I could see it just in the distance. The gates of Lundberg, just ahead on the trail. Our refuge, our ray of sunshine beckoning me towards it through the grey clouds and heavy rain.

My shoes and ankles slopped in the drenched mud, as I had to yank my foot up out of it with each step, dragging the wheels of the carts through it’s slush. My throat rasped and groaned for air as black fuzzy spots distorted my vision.

“It’s Lundberg!”. I heard Dante shout from behind me. He had tried to help me with the carts but was still too weak and almost collapsed after only one mile.

“Lund….ber… berg”. I tried to reply, but my voice barely came out in a whisper.

I knew I was getting closer, but the more I pushed myself along, the further it seemed to feel. My head started to wobble back and forth, flashing in and out of a blank, dark daze. I kept trying to snap out of it and focus on the gates. The gates, ge