Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #11 February 2015 | Page 49

hoping he would look like just another body. He kept
his eyes half open, wanting to see what was coming.
A column of men approached, a mix of Russian soldiers and Lunarites. They approached the scattered
bodies carefully, weapons at the ready. The Russians
bayonetted a few of the more intact corpses they
passed. Hiroshi expected this; if it had been his unit
moving among Russians, they would have done the
same.
He noted that Lunarites did not use their spears in that
manner. Instead, he noted that, when passing a corpse,
they would stop and press one of their three-fingered
hands to the forehead of the dead man. Are they praying for their victims? he wondered. Neither the Russians
nor the Lunarites came close to Hiroshi and they soon
proceeded down the cavern, leaving him alone with
the dead. When he was certain there were no further
enemy soldiers, he sat up.
I have to get out of here, he thought. But which way?
Following in the wake of the Russians would bring
him