Chapter 89: The Strange Natives

Ken Quinn never imagined that he'd walk along the road all day until sunset, without ever reaching the city's edge. While most people can walk about five kilometers an hour, Ken guessed he was only managing three because of how worn out he felt. He had already been walking for over seven hours today, covering more than twenty kilometers. Now he felt dizzy, his legs trembling, moving forward almost purely on autopilot. "I just hope I can hang on a bit longer..." Another ten minutes in, Ken couldn't...