“There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. And. You can’t metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of the gut. Muscles, sinew, bone. It is all of you. When you walk you propel it forward. When you let the sled and sit on a fallen log and. You imagine him curling in the one patch of sun maybe lying over your feet. Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can’t bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with sound even of breathing.”
Quote by Peter Heller
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In this gripping post-apocalyptic novel, a man named Hig survives in a world where the majority of humanity has been wiped out by a mysterious virus. Living in an abandoned airport, Hig struggles to maintain his sanity and find purpose in a world that has become a desolate wasteland. His life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters a woman named Sal and her dog, Manfred, who join him on a journey across the desolate landscape. As they navigate the dangers of the world, Hig and Sal must confront their own fears and the harsh realities of their new existence. more
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