Tortok left the attacker behind, the way he reacted he was sure the blade was poisoned, if he wasn’t dead, then he would be soon. He needed to get to the mountains. Walter was on his shoulder, breathing slowly, his body still extremely hot. He had given him his share of water to try to cool him, but the hot sun had heated the skins to a point that it really would not matter at this point. His only goals were shelter, water, and to get out of the heat.
As the sun started to rise, he lay Walter on the ground. The Vulcan needed to rest. He looked back and did not see the attacker. As he took a bit of the hot water he saw Walter stir.
“Are you feeling any better?”
“You didn’t leave me?”
“No”
“Thanks”
Tortok looked behind them, wondering where the others were at this point. If they had the same constitution as Walter, then he doubted they had made it this far. “Can you walk?”
Walter tried to get up, but it was obvious he couldn’t. “Sorry.”
“Its fine, when we make it to the caves, we’ll find a place to hide so that we both can recover.”
“What about the hunters?”
“Every time they’ve come, they have announced their presence. Part of their code of honor, I gather.” Tortok doubted there was even a way out, and if he did escape, that they would let him or any else go if he made it. A few more minutes they bother were quiet, and then he stood. “Time to go.” He bent over and picked up Walter and continued towards the mountains.
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