Middelburg was deserted. Everyone
must have fled or been killed. It didn’t look like there was a soul
anywhere—alive or dead. Cautiously, we entered the town and started navigating
the main street. The only sound was the hollow rattling of the cart wheels that
carried Pa along. My heart was thumping again, and I could hear it in my ears,
like rushing water. After a few minutes, my apprehension was replaced with a
sense of calm—it looked like we were alone. I could see the pharmacy was a few
hundred metres down the road. For the first time in what felt like forever, I
felt a thrill of excitement—our luck was going to change.
That’s when I realised how stupid
I was being.
So much for being a survivor.