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I'll give him a hug, I'll give him so many hugs until he feels better.

I'll even make 100's of birthday cakes to celebrate his birthday with 🥲

WARNING: Mention of Weapons, Blood, Guns, and Death! You have been Warned ⚠️

Chapter 5: What now?

Each step Marc took started to drag slightly as another abandoned train station comes into view, he needs to stop and knows it.

The sky was a mixture of blood orange and blue, night would come soon. They had only made to Damanhur, they were far away now.

Khonshu was gone, only the girl was left. She trudged behind him, hadn't even said a word since they left the inferno behind them.

Jake had been quiet, he had mostly disappeared since then, Steven had told him to keep an eye on the girl, make sure she was doing okay.

He did.

He sits down on the bench of the train station, he's not even sure how they managed to get here but they did.

His legs ached and feet burned from the rays of sun the burning sand and concrete underneath his boots now imprinting themselves into the soles of his feet.

She sits down a couple feet away, her expression unreadable as her hair covered her face, it gently flows in the wind.

She puts her bag down on the ground. Her shoulders and back burned from how long they has ran and walked. She starts to dig through her pack finding a bottle of water, hot air at the top with blobs of droplets.

She couldn't care less of the warm water that went down her throat.

She drinks to heated water, it fills her up for now.

Her face feels hot, the green jacket she has worn the entire time having spots of blood and dirt on it. She wants to wash it but knows it wouldn't do her any good.

Taking it off as the cool air starts to refresh her body, she felt her shoulder ease as the air calmed her nerves, the adrenaline and words of an old man keeping her going.

Katalina has no idea what to think except 'what now?'

'This guy, or guys, whatever is going on with him, don't want her even near them and yet protects her. What if he abandoned her? Leaves her to rot, decay, then fade into the sands?'

Marc looks at her, she seems spaced out at the moment, good. He needs a plan, he feels the weight of the bag in his hand, the weight of a promise, more of a guilt laid in the palm of their hands.

"We have to take her." Steven voice echoed in the back of his mind, he shakes his head. He doesn't want to, he can't. They will fail, he knows they will, couldn't save Randall, what about the child next to them?

"She only has us Marc, we can't leave her here, not like this."

He knows they can't, it would be cruel, which is something he knows that they could never be. At least, not to a kid, he wants to yell, punch something, he thinks he'll scare the kid again.

"Do you want me to front, talk to her?" Steven ask, he nods without a word as his eyes roll back as Steven comes out.

He feels the body, it's exhausted, he can't even imagine how the kid feels, it feels like they walked for hours, they probably did.

His first order was to make sure the kid was okay than they would figure the rest out on the way.

The kid is probably hungry, they need to eat, she needs to eat.

"Hey, are you hungry?" A soft voice comes out bringing her out the train of thought that was going on, 'what did he say?'

"I was wondering if you were hungry, we ran for quite a while back there. Thought you might want something to regain some energy back?" He offers her, its all he can really give right now.

The empty feeling of her stomach let's her know that she still needs food. Nodding, he softly chuckles.

"Thought so." He goes into their bag and finds some dried fruit strips, should be good. He stretches his hand out for her to take, she gets up and grabs it from him.

"Thanks." She whispers as she takes a bite into the tough yet sweet fruit strip.

"No problem."

They eat in silence as the sky darkens for the night, the stars bright and the moon cast it beam of white light across the city.

They finish the ration quickly before he gets up and walks over to her. She looks up as he mouths a 'time to go'. She follows him as they need to find somewhere else to take shelter for the night.

She puts her sweater back on, the heavy material seemingly lighter and thinner than she realized.

The air colder than before, she felt a shiver go down her spine even with her sweater back on. Steven notices and wants to say something but Marc tells him to not say a thing to her.

He keeps quiet. Reluctantly.

Eventually after lots of venturing they found a apartment complex. Most of the windows were either cracked, broken, or magiacally intact.

However there came a problem, both went back amd forth for anyway in, the back entrance and front are locked.

Steven searches the building, he doesn't want to wake any infected that could be around, so breaking the door or window was out the question.

Finally an opening is in plain sight, slight catch, it too small for him to go through. He turns around to the girl who seems to be keeping an eye for any danger that could come out and attack them.

"Hey, Katalina."

He whispered her over to him which makes her turn around and face him.

"Yeah?"

"Think you can reach that window if I help you up?" He ask.

She looks at what he wanted her to reach.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Great."

He walks over to where the window is and bends down on his knees slightly before cupping his hands as a lift. She puts her foot down on his cupped hands and he pushes her up as he starts to get up again.

She hangs for a second in the middle of the window but climbs in and disappearing into the building, it was dimly lit.

"Careful where you step!" He worries as he waits on the other side for her to open the door for them.

The smelling a burned meat catches her by surprise, grabbing her flashlight and turning it on. The burned body made her gag.

"Hey! Can you open the door?"

She hears him, she answers.

"Ther—there is something in here. It's a little gnarly, not sure if you want to see it." Her voice cracks at the beginning as she looks more and more at the corpse not getting any better.

"Kiddo, just let me in." His voice echoed in the chamber with concern. But he needed her to open the door to make sure it was safe to sleep there for the night.

"Alright, alright. Just, give me a sec."

She turns away from the charred body and looks at what was blocking their path, it was a couple desk piled up together.

She gets to work as she started to pull them off one by one, the noise loud and obnoxious but she could only hope that nothing heard them for miles at least. The scrapping of wood filled both ears.

Soon, all were off or at least to a point in where he could come in.

"Your good!" She tells him.

He pushes the door, the metal door squeaking with every push he did. Finally he gets inside andncloses the door behind him, she managed to move 4 desk from the door.

"Good job."

He compliments and sees how she brighten at it. She lets him pass through, he finally sees what she meant.

"Oh shit! You weren't kidding. He chuckles nervously then looking back at the girl before his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." She nods.

"You sure?"

She wasn't too sure honestly, wasn't exactly a pleasant sight nor smell to be nearby. But, she's seen worse.

"Yeah."

He nods not really sure what else to add as he turns on his flashlight her copying his action as both started to they walk up the stairs. The sound of their footsteps echos, the moon now all out as the sky turned into a dark sky with little dots of stars to decorate its empty space.

"Here is good."

Steven announces as a hallway with doors with full covered windows is found. The doors with name plates of different family names that no longer hold the residents that once lived there.

Big "X" on the doors, letting people know they could never go back to their old normal lives again.

He goes down the aisle of doors before reaching one with no "X" marking, a good spot. He twist the knob but the door doesn't budge.

"Hold on, I got it."

A hand went on his shoulder as she gently pushed him back and opened her switchblade, she dug the blade in the tiny hole and started to move it around.

The sound of a click let's her know to take the blade out, she twist the knob again and the door squeaked open.

"Ta-da!"

She did jazz hands like she was presenting a magic trick and had succeeded, he chuckles at this.

"Thanks kiddo."

"No problem."

Taking her place and moves forward infront of her and points the pistol out as he goes to checks the place out, even with no visable danger didn't mean they were in the clear.

"Stay here, I need to check the place out to make sure it safe."

She looks up at him in confusion, she can handle it. She's handled a clicker, two even, by herself.

Well the last one not as much but she was ready to take it on!

"I can help." She retorts with.

"Please, just stay here." He pleads with her.

"But-"

"Stay here."His tone final with no room to really argue with him.

She sighs as he goes in and she stands outside the door, she plays with her switchblade as she waits, tossing it and catching, turning it around to see it's detailed markings, and then touching the point with her finger.

Steven goes in and starts to look in each little spot for any spores or infected, the apartment looked teared up.

The place was for the most part still there, broken glass was on the floor due to glass vases and picture frames that fell during the whole commotion he thinks.

Dishes that will never get washed for dinner, the table set up with dust and spider webs instead of warm food to full up whoever family lived here tummy.

His heart hurts but continues to look through the apartment. He goes into one room, it seems to be where most likely the oldest were put.

The bed was dismembered and shredded with little bits of springs and cotton left behind. The covers a now discolored from its green to a more yellowish green color left behind. The pure room was filled with dust bunnies everywhere, he goes inside and covers his nose.

Little knick knacks scattered from each side of the room, for the most part it seemed alright for a decade of abandonment. He leaves and moves into another room, the moment he reaches it a smell comes forth.

Rotting books and food left behind in the room doesn't help, as it seemed to be the more destroyed out of all the rooms seen by him. It seemed like a little kids room, specifically a little girl.

Dolls and color pencils had maroon colored splashes that were obviously not previously there. Clothes and drawings filled one side of the room while the other had a rolled up rug.

A red stain left behind where he thinks the rug was originally. The walls painted with baby blue with small spots of red and brown on it.

He closes the door. It would feel wrong if he went through that room. Deciding that it's enough checking he goes back out to where the girl is.

He sees her as she sat in the wall, she looked bored for the most . He thinks its better that she looks bored than scared or dead.

He clears his throat, "It's clear."

Her gaze follows him as she gets up and puts her switchblade away. They both walk inside as they situated themselves in the living room.

She moves her stuff towards one side of the living room while he takes the other, he took the part where there was glass still on the ground and kicks it away from both of them.

Looking over to see if the girl was somewhat comfortable he speaks again.

"You have something to sleep on?" He ask.

"Yeah, I do." She replies.

He nods as he gets out a blanket, it's color brown and the texture fluffy to the touch, he spent a good amount of ration cards to get it, thought it would be better than the thin one Marc or Jake would use on long travels like this.

Laying down on it he is thankful no leftover glass pierced his back. Taking off the jacket they had worn for the day and drapping himself in it.

As he get ready to sleep for the night he looks over at the walls, covered in words he could read.

'Help us!'

'May Allah save us!'

The people who had lived here before had prayed that their God would save them, he hopes that their god did. It was wishful thinking, but he had hope.

Katalina pulled the backpack under her head as she laid down, she was exhausted from the running and walking they had done. She supposed it will be like this for a while, her head was killing her and the room wasn't helping.

Looking up at the ceiling were patterns that took over each tile that laid on top of her. She turns on her side to try and submit to the slumber her body needed.

She twisted and turned as she tried to get herself to subcome to her exhaustion yet, nothing. The fire of hell had managed to tear itself into her brain as the image of that old man she barely knew accepted his mortal fate.

She can't sleep, it digs deeper and deeper as the guilt of this trio now just a duo as they slowly pick at her brain with what id's and how she could have done something differently.

Anything to have save the grouchy old man.

Nothing comes. Nothing ever comes.

"You okay?" A soft worried voice come into range. She turns to see the guy looking worried, concerned. The moonlight helping to see his face clearly, when she doesn't respond and only falters a stare before it goes to the ground.

"I know this isn't exactly 5 star or anything bu-" He tries to joke with her before he is cut off.

"I'm sorry."

Steven looks confused when those words came out of the girl.

'What was she apologizing about?'

"What? What are you sorry for, you haven't done anything wrong?"

She sighs, what hasn't she done yet. She got his boss? Friend? Whatever he was to them killed, only in a couple days of meeting her he got killed.

"For Khonshu." She muttered not looking at the guy, couldn't face him like this, with the guilt festering inside her along with the other that came down with Khonshu because of her.

Steven was surprised, it wasn't her fault. Not like she was the one who got him bit. That old man wasn't careful, he should have been. More than anything it was their fault Khonshu got bit.

He wasn't fast enough, if he was maybe they wouldn't be alone and this kid infront of him would see it too and blame him like what he did with Ror-

"Look, it wasn-" He doesn't finish his sentence before she goes again.

"It was, I get that I'm a job, cargo, whatever. But stuff like that shouldn't get you killed, right?" She questions before he'd brown eyes look into his, the guilt oozing out of her little by little.

He can't think of anything to tell her is wasn't.

Steven looked around for any reflection, eventually a broken mirror showed Marc and Jake, both looking at Steven then at Katalina.

The kid thought it was her fault, she thinks Khonshu is dead because of her.

Steven eyes rolled back of his head and Marc fronts.

"No, it not. There is no need to bring it up kid. Stuff happens and we move on, simple as that." His gruff tone firm with the response he gave to her.

She looks at him for second before she sighs and sees that he doesn't want to talk about it anymore. After all, stuff happens and we move on.

On a more important note though.

"Hey, can ask you something else instead?"

"You should go to sleep."

"Please. Its important."

He sighs, this kid either trying to get out of not wanting to sleep or just really curious. Rubbing his eyes he from tiredness he let's her ask.

"Go ahead."

She wasn't sure how to really approach this honestly, how the hell do you ask why a guy who could kill you in a second why he seems to switch to different people in seconds.

"It might seem, insensitive but, what exactly is your name? I heard you be called by 2 different names and I have no idea which one to call you."

He seems quiet when she ask him that. Maybe she did a bad move.

Marc had no idea how to respond to that, he's never really told anybody about their situation. Only Layla, Khonshu, and a couple know or knew.

"She's observent." Marc voice echoed in his head.

"We were being a little obvious, the way we act around her is all different. Not to mention the fact that two people called us different names." Steven reminds him of the hints that had been laid flat for her to try and understand.

Marc has no idea where to go with this, how to respond with this question.

The memories of Randall asking his parents why his brother had to keep going to the doctors and them telling him not worry about it. Roro never stopped wondering and Marc never got to tell him the truth.

He deserved the truth.

"We could tell her, make it easier on all of us." Jake suggests. As much as he less than like it, it would make this whole situation a lot easier.

He shakes his head, bad idea, horrible idea.

'She won't understand,' Marc argued back.

He hasn't said anything to her, maybe it was insensitive to ask.

"It's okay if you don't have answer, just want to know what to call you incase of anything." She explains as she starts to mess with her hair taking three strands and starting to braid them.

"Tell her, explain it. She smarter than you think Marc." Steven nudges him to at least try and see where it goes.

Marc looks at Jake as he nods that it's alright to say anything about what they have going on, if they were going to do this they need to be as officiant as possible with what they had. And what they had was a immune kid, plus she could call for them if she sees something they don't.

Marc thinks for a moment about this from a more logical stand point, before getting his thoughts together and making a sentence in his mind to hopefully get whatever it is he wants to say out.

"My name is Marc Spector. I have something called DID, or dissociative identity disorder."

He starts out with, she waits for him to keep going, Steven encourages him to.

"It's this thing where I have other people inside my brain. In a sense there is more than one person in my brain."

He explains as she tries to understand what he is saying.

'More than one person in his brain? '

Marc waits for her response or any real reaction about what he just told her. Her head turns and he can't see what she is thinking. Running a hand through his hair he ask.

"Do you, get it?"

Katalina thinks about it, she's never heard of this nor read about it anywhere with whatever access she had to books. But she tries.

"Sort of. Do him, her, them have different personalities than yours since they are different people?" She ask him in a unsure tone to it.

He thinks about it and explains it. After a while she gets the whole idea, there are 2 others with him in his brain, all with different ways of thinking and acting from him.

"Okay, so how do I know which one is who?"

"You seem to have some sort of thing going on right now. Use that for now."

A nod of confirmation eased him a little into the idea that he told someone else now. He thinks what would Roro had thought if he had told him.

"Can I talk to the other alters or they don't just come out when they want?"

Marc sighs as he waits a little before his eye roll back. Steven comes out, he's happy that she understands, he knew she could she needed was a bit more information to get it.

"I'm Steven Grant, pleasure to meet you again Katalina. "

He puts his hand out, his shoulders were more relaxed and somewhat slouched position from Marc's more stiff and harden posture.

She slowly stretchs her had out to his hand and both shake on it, she can just feel the difference.

"Your the one who gave me the tea, right?"

He nods adding a grin to it, the moonlight shines and hit both of them, Steven gaze was much softer than it had been with Marc. He had eyebag underneath but seemed to be alive even with them.

"Who's the third alter?"

She ask and Steven hesitates, he looks at the mirror to Jake who shakes his head. His face telling Steven to not say anything about him yet.

"He, he will come out and tell you who he is when he is comfortable with it."

She looks at the mirror than back at Steven.

"Alright then." She doesn't pester it out of him knowing that she already got a lot out of them just from this one interaction.

The room goes quiet as she thinks of another question that plagued her since they got here. What is the next course of action for them? Where do they go now?

"What happens now?" The words echoed in the empty room, Steven can only look at the girl. They had decided already what would happen, they just never told her.

She must be confused on what's going to happen to her.

"We all decided to keep going." He was honest with her, her eye widen at the words that came out. She couldn't detect any lies from his answer, only the truth.

"What?" So they explained, talked about how they promised Khonshu to take her to the Timsaeh people, to Harrow. A little part they left out was that they needed this off their conscience and to relieve the load from that old dying man.

He was an asshole even in death.

"So, how do we get to that port that Khonshu was talking about?" She questions him.

Steven can feel Marc and Jake's stare toward him. He sighs as he let's Jake take the lead this time.

His shoulders adjust as his stare seems to harden again, it doesn't feel like Marc this time though, it feel different. His eyes, his stare compared to Marc almost similar only that his was much more intense.

"We know a guy. Unos cinco or sies días de aqí, we get to him, he might be able to help us get to the port faster."

He informs her, it will be long, it's going to hurt but if they want this damn guilt from the manipulative old fuck to go away they needed to get done with this.

"Duérmete, we have a long day of walking tomorrow."

He lays down as he pulls the blanket Steven had put out onto him, the exhaustion hitting him like a truck, age was starting to catch up to them. The hard floor not helping his back in anyway.

"No one is gonna find us here, right?"

Her voice echos as he stops and thinks about his response, the last thing they need is for her to run away from fear.

"No, nobody is gonna find us here."

His tone final and so sure of himself she she sighs pulling a smaller blanket on top of her. She had no trouble sleeping that night. Except from the occasional turning here and there but eventually she settled down.

He waits until he can't hear anymore rustling from the girl before sitting up. Steven did a quick search, but he needed to be more thorough for their safety.

He grabs the pistol from his side and checks the rounds, they didn't have much. They would have to go scavenging for supplies sooner or later, they'll do it tomorrow morning before leaving from this city.

He looks from the teared up curtains outside for any sign of raiders or Sand Riders. There was nothing, the moon glowed on the dystopia of sands and ruin.

He goes through the apartment, each room it's own mess, the people here leaving their whole life behind. He goes back and sees the girl the girl is shivering, the blanket off her.

He creeps around and picks up the blanket, it felt, familiar. He feels the blanket between his fingers, it's soft and used but still does the job.

Looking at the mirror, no Steven, no Marc, the girl turned causing him to step back but then found his footing. Looking at the blanket he draps the girl back in the blanket.

She's no good dying from getting cold. Plus, he needed to repay her for the time she did it.

Going back to the makeshift bed Steven had created, he sits down and watches, finger on the trigger in case of anything. After 30 minutes he lays down and sleeps, they had a plan now.

Slowly he let's the body rest and relax after what felt like years and closes his eyes not fighting the rest this time.

He could actually sleep slightly better even with the wooden floor.

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"You got what you could!"

Yelled Steven as he closed his pack with as many supplies as he could find. He saw a thumbs up from the side of the aisle and took that answer.

Katalina looked at the section where the electronics laid, there wasn't much left.

It was either ruined or stolen by now, she dug through the piles left behind, she didn't have much hope of finding anything but she still wanted to try.

"What you looking for?" A voice called out causing her to jump a little before looking up and seeing Steven, she puts a hand to her chest "Your gonna give me heart attack like that!"

He chuckles before squatting down, holding onto the metal shelves for support ."Sorry." He replies with as he looks at the old DVD player, it's wires and speaker were completely destroyed.

She looks again before her eyes widen slightly.

"No way." She whispers.

She looks at the cassette player back and front to make sure she didn't get her hopes up. Would be a big disappointment if the batteries were taken out.

"Haven't seen that in a while." He adds as he looks at the somehow salvaged cassette player from the ruins of store they managed to get into. Her fingers traced the line on the player, it seems to be a pretty good condition for what the place has been through.

"You know what this is?"

"I was around when these little guys started getting popular." He recalls as he grabs the cassette player from her, he remembers the songs that would play as Marc would do his Algerba homework for Miss Nick's.

Songs from all types of genre from rock to pop he would go back and forth with different cassette tapes. He of course had his own little collection before Marc knew about him.

He misses just listening to music instead of using it for code, though it was very useful nonetheless.

He hands it back to her and she grabs it before stuffing it into her bag. They get up as they look around one last time before walking back the way they had come from.

The sound of a engine turning off alerted as Steven pulls her down with him, she freezes as he waits a second before the sound of glass being broken under something filled the sounds of the empty shop.

He peaks through the side to see if he could spot the unknow intruder, the shadow of a figure lingering at the entrance of the little shop.

"Shit." He mouths as he looks around for an exit, footsteps now echoing in the distance coming closer and closer, they needed to move.

He turns and nudges his head she understands as they stay hunched to the ground as possible, they make it to another aisle filled with garbage left behind. However to their luck their was a bunch of broken glassware left behind and any step back would blow their cover.

Another crunch noise ticks them as they waits, the sound of chains and boots echoing the overgrown and dirty store. Katalina holds her breath as if it's going to protect her, she waits for the scare like in the horror films she manage to peak when the officers weren't looking.

It stops.

Steven looks at the dismembered toaster on the floor, Marc hardened gaze looking back at him as he nods, a quiet agreement as he pears behind the small metal shelf that seemed to be hanging on its last nails.

Sand Rider.

Known more as slavers but they get their name due to their way of traveling through the sand at high speeds. Only few manage to escape them.

This one had a bandana covering their mouth and nose while a hat covered their head. Wearing a cloth to protect their body from the heat and sand that would blow over when Sand Storms would come every once a blue moon.

In their hand was a pistol and a shot gun held up by chains, the boots with splat of blood on them. They had killed and wouldn't hesitate to kill them either.

Steven takes a breathe through his nose as the switch happens and Jake takes over. His posture changing from Rigid to coordinated as Jake gaze is fixated on the Sand Rider.

'They haven't noticed us yet. Eso es bueno.'

He tells himself as he looks for something to get a distraction giving him enough time to shoot them. A broken bottle laid on the floor a couple inches away from him.

She watches as he moves towards a broken glass bottle that had laid on the floor. He grabs it and moves back to his pervious spot, he check and the rider is still looking for something.

The silence depthing.

He waits for a second before the rider turned then he hurls the bottle to a nearby window that had yet to be broken. It breaks against the force and the rider gets their gun out, Jake is faster.

The sound of a gunshot lingered, the thump of a body and weapon is heard as she gets up and looks, blood starting to leak from the person's head of where a hole now dug itself into.

Their mushed brain stuck onto the white floor and aisle that once stood in. He walks over and pokes the corpse with his boot, their limp and dead, he hums in satisfaction at this as he crouched down and starts to dig into their pockets.

He pulls the person's backpack off and starts to look for anything useful as Katalina stares at him. He feels the stare dig into him as he looks up.

"We need it more than este pendejo. El está muerto." He explains as he just continues, she turns the other way and walks little ways past the entrance. The glaring white light blinding her.

She walks backwards as she smiles at the sight. "Might wanna see this." She tells him as his eyebrows furrowed and he gets up pushing the body away from him before walking towards the smiling girl.

The sight of the machine Sand Riders uses comes into sight, wires and chains hang off it but it looks functional for the most part.

"This works." He says as he goes around and check its design, it fit the aesthetic of the place and person. Along the front is a hole where a key most likely goes, a static sound goes off to the side. On the side is a helmet, but it's only one.

"Dunta, you there?" A man's voice was heard as the radio turned on again.

"We're coming over, keep your tracker on." The man continues before the line is dead, they needed to move.

Jake goes back inside the store and digs through the women's bag for any hard metal that might hit his hand. He eventually feels the cold metal and and pulls it out from inside the bag—the keys.

He goes back out and tries it once before he goes again and the engine of the bike roars of life, it works. This would make this journey a lot faster.

"Vamos, before her friends come for her." Jake instruct as he gets on the bike. He hands her the helmet and she grabs it before putting it over her head and buckling it then pulling down the flap in the front to shield her eyes from both the sun and sand that would fly.

He grabs something for his pack and covers his face with it before putting some type of glasses to keep the sand from getting into his eyes. He stole the glasses from the Sand Rider.

She goes next making sure the backpack strap are on right as she holds onto his shoulder.

He presses the pedal and immediately the bike goes from 0 to 90 mph, the sheer force making her dig her nails into his shoulder as she closes her eyes.

"You ever ride something like this before?!" She yells over the rush of sand and air that flew in their ears. He yells back a response.

"No!"

She groans at the response as she closes her eyes and holds on to dear life so that she wouldn't fly off the damn thing.

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The fire burns as they set up camp for the night. It had taken two days to get close to where they needed to be but they had finally gotten close enough for walking distance.

They had abandoned the Sand Rider bike due to low fuel, Jake curses that Sand Rider for wasting the gas on the damn machine but they had made more progress than they would have the first time around.

Katalina eats the can of soup as she looks out into the distance of a sunset and the sands shining bright from the glow making a mesmerizing sight to see.

"Finish your food. We leave early tomorrow." He tells her and she nods still looking at the sunset before going back to eating the beans in one of the ration cans they managed to find.

"Why?" She questions before sipping the last bit of beans that was left.

"Do you want a heat stroke niña." With a raise eyebrow he responds with.

"No."

"Then just do it."

She puts the can down and looks at the fire, it danced in front providing entertainment as much as a fire can. She honestly would rather see this than talk to this other alters of Marc right now.

But she need information on tomorrow.

"How long do you think it will take us to get there, with your friend I mean?" He thinks about it, calculating in his mind and then responds.

"About 5 hours, 8 at most and 3 at the least amount. Intentamos para 5 horas para llegar ahí."

"Bien. 5 hours it is, shouldn't be too hard. One might even say piece of cake."

She mumbles the last part, it would be hard. It's been hard from the beginning but hey, she can try and be optimistic here for both their sake.

All she can do is hope it isn't bad as the other times but she doubt it.

Trouble had followed them since the burning of the Khonshu, so all she could hope is that it won't get any worse from here.

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Yay!!! New Chapter and I didn't even have to cut it off this time. Sorry this took forever to get out, had major Writers block for this but I finally was able to get the chapter out!

Hopefully, the way I am writing now will make this a little bit better of a writing experience!

As always, let me know what I can improve on, or if you just want to tell me how you feel about the story, let me know in some comments, and I will reply as soon as possible.

Love, Sky 💜

This is our situation and this is our life. The rain destroyed our tents and the frost ate away at our children’s bodies. Please, good people, help us.

Vetted family fundraiser masterpost 2

Version date: June 10th 2024.

Check in regularly on the original post when you see it being reblogged. In all likelihood once its reached you it's already outdated. This post is part of this masterpost series compiling fundraisers for Ghazzah and Sudan. I focus on Ghazzah as I am Palestinian and am more equipped to do verifications as I'm more familiar with my own country and its politics and dialect, but if I know a fundraiser for a Sudanese family is legit I will include it here. Here's a link to the first post of this kind.

Wisam Daoud (106). 7 family members. 15.1k out of 75k USD.

Nadaa's family (107). 3 family members. 0 out if 15k USD. NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Sanaa & Rana Abu Ghaben (108). 25 family members. (1 INJURED, 1 SICK) 145 out of 100k CAD.

Karam Al-Madhoun (109). 5 family members. 145 out of 20k €.

Moad Ahmed (110). 9 family members (1 INJURED, NEEDS TREATMENT). 1.2k out of 20k €.

Firas Salem (111). 4 family members (1 SICK INFANT, NEEDS TREATMENT). 25 out of 20k €.

Tahani Shorbajee (112). 11 family members. (2+ CHILDREN ILL). 510 out of 50k USD.

Mohammed Bardaweel (113). 4 family members (1 CHILD INJURED, NEEDS TREATMENT). 50 out of 37k €.

Aya Tareq (114). 5 family members. 455 out of 10k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Amani Alzatma (115). 6 family members. 18.7k out of 30k €.

Ahmad Shaban (116). 8 family members. 0 out of 510k BP (40k needed for evacuation). NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Moin Hammad (alternatively, pypl) (117). 6+ family members (1 YOUNG INFANT). 4.8k out of 20k. LOW ON FUNDS.

Salah Al Sadi (118). 26+ family members. 61k out of 100k USD. (2 SICK ELDERLY)

Hassan Shbeir (119). 4 family members. 200 out of 50k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Hassan Al-Ashi (120). 7.6k out of 20k USD.

Samah Fares (121). 5 family members (1 CRITICALLY INJURED, NEEDS TREATMENT IMMEDIATELY). 19.6k out of 30k CAD.

Mohammad's family (122). 5+ family members (part of expenses will be used to fund a tuition). 3.2k out of 14k USD.

Mahmoud Nedal (123). 6 family members. 2.1k out of 15k USD. LOW ON FUNDS.

Mahmoud Balousha (124). 25 family members. 1.7k out of 50k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmed Al Ostaz (125). 28 family members (3 NEWBORN INFANTS + 2 RECOVERING MOTHERS). 70 out of 70k €.

Amjad Sido (126). 5+ family members. 80 out of 30k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Omar's family (127). 1+ individuals. 45 out of 50k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Renad Majed Salim (128). 7 family members (3 SICK). 595 out of 25k BP. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmed Al-Zaeem (129). 6+ family members (1 SEVERELY INJURED). 272 out of 50k CAD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Hamza Hilles (130). 6 family members. 161 out of 30k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Taher Abu Aqlain (131). 8 family members. 4.8k out of 36k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Salah Bilaal (132). 28 family members (3 INFANTS IN CRITICAL CONDITION). 4.8k out of 70k €.

Mohammed Mansour (133). 17 family members. 4.1k out of 150k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Abdallah Ameen (134). 3+ family members (1 NEWBORN). 1k out of 5k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Mohammed Thalatheeni (135). 4 family members (1 SERIOUS HEAD INJURY, NEEDS IMMEDIATE EVACUATION). 3.7k out of 20k €.

Marah Salim (136). 5 family members (ALL CHRONICALLY ILL WITH FLAREUPS). 735 out of 55k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Fatin Abu Hamda (137). 5 family members (1 DISABLED, AMPUTEE). 95 out of 18k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Husam Thaher (138). 5+ family members. 15 out of 27.5k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Anonymous individual (139). 4+ family members (2 CHRONICALLY ILL CHILDREN). 25 out of 50k USD.

Sharif family (140). 23 family members. 4k out of 150k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Shymaa's family (141). 5 family members (1 INFANT WITH BIRTH DEFECT, NEEDS TREATMENT). 1.6k out of 50k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Mahmoud Mousa (142). 6 family members. 121 out of 10k €. EXTRMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Nedal's family (143). 9 family members. 10 out of 33k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Fadi Ayyad (144). 8 family members. 360 out of 35k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Mohamed Hamad (145). 9 family members (1 CHRONICALLY ILL, NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT AND EVACUATION, 1 INJURED CHILD NEEDS TREATMENT). 1.9k out of 50k BP. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Tahseen Tawfiq (146). 6 family members. 3k out of 60k BP. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmed Shaaban (147). 1 survivor (entire family has been martyred). 2.1k out of 20k €.

Basel Abu Ghaben (148). 5 family members. 0 out of 105k $. NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Mahmoud Abu Hamam (149). 1 individual. 2.7k out of 10k CAD. LOW ON FUNDS.

Iman Eyad (150). 7 family members. 386 out of 60k BP. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Mahmoud Khalaf (151). 8 family members. 260 out of 30k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Bassam Shaqoura (152). 6 family members (5 ORPHANS, 1 WIDOWER). 80 out of 35k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Nasser Shoshaa (153). 6 family members. 0 out of 120k € (30k needed to evacuate). NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Rania 'Ibra' (154). 7 family members (1 CRITICAL CHRONIC ILLNESS). 0 out of 35K BP. NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Sujoud's children (155). 8 family members (3 ORPHANS SEPARATED FROM THEIR MOTHER). 0 out of 45k $. NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Asmaa Bahloul (CW: PHOTO OF THE BODY OF A SHAHEED (KILLED BY OCCUPATION) IN THE LINK) (156). 4 family members (3 ORPHANS, 1 WIDOW). 0 out of 20k €. NO FUNDS AT ALL.

Abeer Ibrahim (CW: PHOTO OF THE BODY OF A SHAHEED IN THE LINK) (157). 8 family members (7 ORPHANS, 1 OF THEM SEVERE CHRONIC ILLNESS). 350 out of 70k CAD.

Mohamed Rafiq Abdo (158). 7 family members. 4k out of 100k CAD (22.5k CAD needed for evacuation). LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmed Abu Ghali (159). 10+ family members (1 CANCER PATIENT, NEEDS TREATMENT) 1.5k out of 40k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Dina Maliha (160). 7 family members. 6.2k out of 32k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmed Abu Shammala (161). 8 family members. 0 out of 100k € (40k needed for evacuation). NO FUNDS AT ALL!!

Islam Dahleez (162). 5 family members. 3.2k out of 20k USD. LOW ON FUNDS.

Maha Ibrahim (163). 4 family members (1 CHRONICALLY ILL CHILD, NEEDS IMMEDIATE EVACUATION). 78 out of 100.7k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Tawfik Waleef (164). 5 family members. 11.8k out of 40k USD. (25k needed for evacuation).

Elaf Babiker (165). 6 family members. 15.1k out of 17k USD. NEARLY COMPLETE.

Mohammed Alhabeel (166). 7 family members (3 CHILDREN SUFFERING FROM MALNUTRITION, 2 ELDERLY WITH CHRONIC ILLNESSES) 772 out of 50k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Ahmad Waleed (167). 4+ family members (1 SICK, NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT). 865 out of 10k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Alaa Shamaly (168). 3+ family members. 21k out of 70k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Amani Hasan (169). 5 family members. 4k out of 17.3k CAD. LOW ON FUNDS.

Mahmoud Hilles (170). 5 family members. 1 SICK, NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT. 11.5k out of 15k €. NEARLY COMPLETE.

Wafaa Alnhal (171). 15 family members. 1 NEWBORN. 10k out of 35k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Karam Rafiq Al-Nabih (172). 2 family members. 1 SICK, NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT. 5.2k € out of 20k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Iyad Sobhe (173). 10 family members. 2 ELDERLY AND SICK, NEED IMMEDIATE EVACUATION. 7.9k out of 60k BP. LOW ON FUNDS.

Abdallah Alanqar (174). 6 family members. 1 NEWBORN, 1 RECOVERING POST-PARTUM. 10.5k out of 38k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Amal Ashour (175). 3 family members. 28 out of 30k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Mohammed Hilles (176). 6 family members. 11.4k out of 20k €.

Baha Elhosary (177). 4 family members. 15.6k out of 30k €.

Khalil & Amal AND Abdelsalam & Nahla (178). 12 family members. 2k out of 80k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Haifa Aziz / Issam Aziz (179). 1 individual. ELDERLY, SICK, AND DIABETIC, NEEDS IMMEDIATE EVACUATION AND TREATMENT. 8.1k out of 9k €. NEARLY COMPLETE.

Yazan Ashraf Abu Safiya (180). 7 family members. 1 ELDERLY AND SICK, NEEDS TREATMENT. 1.6k out of 50k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Abd al Aziz Aziz (181). 6 family members. 2 FAMILY MEMBERS MARTYRED, THE REST SURVIVED AIR STRIKE. 1 CHILD WITH BRAIN TUMOUR, NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT. 350 out of 15k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Nada Saftawi (182). 4 family members. 4k out of 16k €. LOW ON FUNDS.

Ibrahim Al Sharif (183). 3 family members. 10.8k out of 20k USD.

Ihab Al-Masaraei (184). 15+ family members. 1 ELDERLY, CHRONICALLY ILL AND DIABETIC. NEEDS IMMEDIATE TREATMENT WITH INSULIN. 724 out of 35k USD. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Mohammed & Israa Habib (185). 6+ family members. ALL STRUGGLING WITH MALNUTRITION. 2k out of 25k €. EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS.

Hussam Hijazi (186). 15+ family members. 0 out of 75k €. NO FUNDS AT ALL!!

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170 hours later and this behemoth project is completed. After being moved to tears three times by Dr. Alareer's poem, I needed to create something. Hopefully this honours his memory.

Hoping to get some funding from local orgs to get this printed into a physical booklet for distribution.

From the river, to the sea!