The unnamed corpse weighing heavily on his mind, he trudged his way back to the compound. He saw many hopeful eyes drifting towards him, from the restless children squatting in the dust, and hurriedly looked away.
He rushed past familiar rusted doors, long since frozen in place by ancient decay. They stood agape at the shadowy mouth of what amounted to a great metal box.
It was one of a dozen or so, stacked and scattered about, forming an enclosing circle that had served as both prison and home for the past month for both him and his people; Their many wagons, few beasts, and awaiting trade possessions placed protectively by mutual consent in the dusty center.
As his eyes adusted to the darkness, he heard the children joyfully calling out, high voices nearly singing, "He's back! He's back!"
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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