Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #12 March 2015 | Page 39

“They see us, sir.”
The Captain looked
at Hiroshi, eyes
bulging from the
pain. He was breathing so hard through
his nose, that his
flaring nostrils and
red face reminded
Hiroshi of an angry
bull. The two men
sped up to a lurching trot, the fastest
they could go due to
the Captain’s useless leg.
The fear, the dull
pain, and the sickly
purple light all conspired to compress
time for Hiroshi. He
felt like he had been
weaving through the
caves for hours, the
grunting Lunarites
just behind him, the
Captain moaning
and whimpering
with each step.
He didn’t want to
look behind him.
He didn’t want to
see how close the
Lunarites actually
were.
You have to, you
have to, he thought.

Their pace was slow and stumbling. Hiroshi thought
they looked drunk.

Hiroshi glanced
over his shoulder.
The nearest Lunarite
was only a few meters behind them. They would catch
him in moments.

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