The Battle of Zombie Hill: Defenders of the Overworld #1

The Battle of Zombie Hill: Defenders of the Overworld #1 — page 7
4 Would there be dry land a boat or some other form of rescue As recent events had reminded him he would only find out what came next by encountering it Stroke after stroke Rob cut through the ocean chunks thoughts of his home on the range spurring him on The water gradually cooled as day slipped toward dusk and he wondered if he would have to spend the night at sea cold hungry and tired Could he survive that Can’t never could do anything he muttered He resolved to stay positive no matter how bleak the horizon might look He rolled over onto his back to rest for ten seconds and to ensure he was still swimming in the right direc tion It felt so good to float Maybe an extra second or two won’t hurt he thought admiring the deepen ing palette of the sky which had turned bronze and taken on pink and purple tinges The extra rest made it harder to flip over and resume paddling though he forced himself to do so In the distance a white stripe appeared to seal off the ocean Was he seeing things Gathering his fading strength Rob pulled himself up on the next stroke and gasped It was land Nancy Osa