Hunters
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.
Zi faltered suddenly, the memory of a warning snapping her out of pace on what was beginning to feel like an endless journey. She stopped moving, trying to recall where she had heard that before, and upon realizing that she was alone, decided to wait for her sisters to catch up. By the time she could make out two figures on the horizon, the sun was almost gone. On its slow descent, lingering streaks of auburn seemed to fuse into the muted copper earth, creating the most unusual sunset. In a few hours, the desert would be pitch black and frigid, with only a crescent of obscured moonlight to keep them on trail. The night in front of them promised danger, so Zi savored the residual warmth above her head pouring out of the taupe sky like paint on a murky canvas, its glow reminiscent of daylight. The brief moment of quiet broke quickly with the sound of footsteps catching up. Turning to face the approaching hunters, Zi gave them a quick once-over. Seri, the oldest of the group, wore an irritated expression, opening her mouth to speak the moment she stopped walking.
