Chapter 24

The rest of the night was spent huddled next to the fire, back to back, not speaking nor finding the need to speak.  As dawn approached and the sky started getting lighter, the imposing shape of the mountain before them seemed to lean over them, bearing down on their presence, threatening and cold.  Behind them the tall trees of the Amatola crawled out of the darkness like sneaky bandits, slowly appearing one by one, taking shape and forming into a cohesive army of ancient wood and leaves.  Surrounded by the natural wonders of this valley, Jimmy had never felt so alone or lost in his life.  Nine people had died in front of him in the last two days.  Nine people had stopped breathing.  Why was he still alive?  How had God made his choice...

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