Estelle’s offensive was fierce and precise. Within ten minutes, the group that had tried to corner her lay sprawled on the ground, not one left standing.

She removed her sunglasses, stepping over a few fallen bodies to get to her next destination. As she passed by a man whom she had incapacitated with a needle to the eye, she noted he had long since passed out. She bent down, pulled the needle from his flesh, wiped it clean on his shirt, and regarded the gleaming metal with a playful smirk.

The tires of her SUV were blown out, so Estelle scouted the area and found another car that was still operational. She hopped in, spun it around, and drove right over a few bodies, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

The highway stretched endlessly, with not even a motel in sight.

Come noon, Estelle pulled over to the roadside, took out a sandwich from her bag for lunch, and then continued on her journey.

Driving into the night, she finally stopped in an area shrouded in darkness, the only light visible coming from a watchtower nestled among the rice fields.

She parked the car alongside the fields and made her way towards the watchtower.

Below the tower was pitch-black, but she ascended to the second floor, where a pile of hay lay in the corner and a single solar-powered incandescent bulb hung overhead. Other than that, the place was bare.

Surrounded by large windows offering views in every direction, Estelle leaned against one and gazed out at the mountain range in the distance, lying like a slumbering beast upon the earth, and the rice fields that undulated like waves. A sense of clarity washed over her, and the restlessness in her heart began to settle.

She had a feeling she was getting closer to her brother.

stars, surrounded by silence, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the

a while before sitting down

been flattened, perhaps by a vagrant

also had some chocolate in her

finishing her slightly stale sandwich, her phone vibrated

a warm

in his study, his

from Grandpa’s.” she

you

eyebrow, “Peppered steak and spicy crab. Mr. Justin

then?” Jonathan teased with a slight curl of his lips. “You don’t call, don’t even send

her head and laughed, “I

excuses.” he

her voice low, “Jonathan, I

moment, he spoke in a husky tone, “I miss you too. Stay for two more

in, and Grandpa’s started coughing again.

“Is

him softly. “It’s an old issue, and the doctor knows what

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