To escape into unfeeling death ... into sweet sleep...No!There was no word but the impact pushed him back in his dream state, startled him. The blast ...f light and feeling repeated itself.NO! Do not!No sound. No words. Feeling. Feeling and light and a growing sense of presence, some other entity, being, intelligence. He is the only human alive for a thousand miles on this frozen, storm-wracked coast, yet ... he was not alone?No ... what ... not what? he threw out with his mind, rallying his will. They were still there that afternoon and didn't look like they were leaving. OK, time for something else. I assumed that they were waiting for a new shipment of ammo to be delivered, but I knew that was going to take several days for the HE shells and at least three weeks for the gas shells. Amsterbad was going to get a break in the shelling, but it didn't look like anything else would change.The only other thing that we could attack like we did the ammo dump was the food supply. The problem. About a few weeks ago my mum and I started to embark down a path that one could describe as unusual. I am twenty four years old and have had only one girlfriend in my life and she didn’t last long, basically because I was a little shy. I think we kissed each other but that was it.My mum had brought me up all alone and I never knew my dad at all. However, up until a few weeks ago, we were a fairly ‘normal family‘. That changed over a very short period of time, especially when I started getting. He took easily to mysticism when he encountered it, and gradually beganto leave behind the modern world, the rational world. (This issurprisingly easy to do if you truly wish it.) And yet he made oneerror - to assume that to do so was the culmination of wisdom, ratherthan an early step along that path.So it was that he came to the small town in the wasteland, along pathsuntrodden by waking minds. Still a sun of some kind beat down upon hishead, and he was glad to arrive at his destination. He.