He took a step forward. Then another. And another. It seemed it was all he could remember how to do anymore. A good portion of his village followed behind him. Their supplies of water had been running low and no longer seemed to be refilling themselves, so they had set out in various directions looking for water or technology or anything that might help them survive. So far, it wasn’t going well.
In the ten days since Otton had left on this quest, five of the 20 villagers that had joined him had died. With a lack of supplies and good direction and an abundance of wild creatures scattered around the desert that could kill any one of them, they had to be very careful or he could easily lose those that were left.
The only sense of direction they had was extremely approximate. Their world of Czar Lanka was rumored to be in an area of space that happened to be heavily traveled and somewhat dangerous to unskilled pilots, which meant that debris from those ships had a tendency to be sca