You’re too busy trying to keep the sand blowing in your eyes when you fail to notice Lucy slow to a stop and clutch at her knees.

It’s the sound of retching and spit hitting the sand that draws your attention to the girl.

She’s panting, sweet dripping down her forehead and off the tip of her nose. It’s when she turns to the side slightly to clutch at a large rock to stable herself, you notice the skin of her left cheek looks slightly burnt and rotting which could only mean one thing.

She had high radiation poisoning.

You stand there looking at her dry heave, wondering how to break the news.