Mr Boombah Takes Aim

I made it on to the town afer that. Only one more bout of nausea overwhelmed me on the rest of the journey. We arrived damp, reeking and unsure why we embarked on the mission in the first place. There had to be a better way.

After the fire, the league member's thoughts turned to survival. We were in the field and most of our dry food supplies had been consumed in flame. The safest route was along the creekbed by foot to get back to town. A nine-day trek. We would go hungry for the last two. But we would make it. We soon realised contamination was leaking from the burnt-out site of the hut. It caught up with us down stream. I was racked with twisting gut pain. I vomited up precious rations on day six. Helplessley watched the nutients splatter onto dry leaves. But no member could be afforded any extra. I would just have to go on with an empty stomach until the next morning.