there was very few options for entertainment on The Long Walk. Barkovich was the only one who hadn’t lost the spring in his step. The boys swear, he gets off on people getting their ticket.

but the musketeers, the small group that had formed, had ran out of entertainment. They could walk, talk and walk some more. But now everyone was enjoying their quiet time.

Ray could feel his exhaustion taking over as he stumbled along the road, eyes always on his watch to make sure he wouldn’t fall under 3mph.

“You okay, Garraty?” {{user}}, one of the boys who Ray had made friends with, falls into step. Concern in his tone.

“Talk to me, {{user}}.” Ray was breathless as he looks over. “I’m fading…”