CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT

At an unknown location, an unconscious body lay there motionlessly with fingers clenching into the wet soil, the waves of the ocean slapping against its banks over and over again and each time attempting to drag him back into its depths.

Logan's eyes fluttered open, and all he could feel was this strange heaviness that filled him up deeply from his soul as he struggled to get up, he wobbled away to the vast vicinity before him, confused. Most definitely!

He was too weak to process his thoughts and as he made his way through, he had many questions running through his mind.

He feels a sharp pain on his upper arm that has a bullet hole and groans heavily even as he continues.

Where was he?

It was the first question that had filled out his mind yet it went unanswered even as his feet dragged behind through the sands.

It took a long hour of walking, an hour long enough that he could feel his feet burn from walking frantically in the dark, the shining moonlight was the only light that illu