Life is never easy in the zone. Interesting, always interesting. But never easy.





Taking a few delicate steps forward, Duncan wearily looked upon the barren landscape. Dust bit into his face.





Gritting his teeth against the cold, he plodded along until he reached an abandoned shack.





What did this building use to be? He knew. Somewhere deep in his memory, he knew. But the information would not come forward. Too much. Far too much had been forgotten he mumbled to himself.





Inside the shack was a small dust-filled room with a set of stairs that led to a collapsed ceiling. Duncan surveyed the room before taking a seat on the stairs. The sound of a small fan started whirring and a warm breeze trickled out of a grill on his neck.





Yesterday! He remembered suddenly. Yesterday I wasn’t here. And today I’m not here again. Puzzled by this sudden thought, he wished, not for the last time, he wasn’t there again.