Chapter 59. Death

“How much longer to the sea?” Nate mumbled. His eyelids were heavy. He wanted to lie down on the floor and succumb to sleep but his will and determination would not let him. His spirit fought hard against the weakness of his body.

“Hang on, we are almost there,” Tshepo responded. He glanced over his shoulder. The streets were almost empty, the only people about were the drunks and the sex workers. The three friends stuck to the shadows moving as quickly as they could which wasn’t easy since they had to consider Nate’s injuries. And also Anele’s condition.

Anele had her hand wrapped tight around Nate’s midsection, his hand clutched hers on his chest so he could lead her and support himself simultaneously as best as he could.

They had gotten halfway when Tshepo became aware of the fact that they were being followed.

“Fredrick’s men are after us, let’s forget the ocean and find another route.”

“No!” Nate’s voice was firm. “We take the ocean and take as man