By the time the sun came up, they were all on the move again.

The new colonists weren't so upset any more about being treated like a train of donkeys. Donkeys and people shared an important trait: they could both get used to anything, anything at all.

It was a cloudy day; it looked as if it would rain later. Samir hoped it wouldn't happen until the afternoon. He'd calculated that they'd reach Madan's old settlement if they kept walking steadily for seven hours. Well, they'd have to take a couple of breaks: eight hours.

They had set off just as the sun's rim rose above the horizon, bathing the world in an orange glow. They could make it by the middle of the afternoon.

Reaching Madan's old settlement quickly was a necessity, because they had no food left. There wasn't any waiting for them there, but from past experience Samir knew it wouldn't be hard to get. He'd fished with Madan on a couple of occasions, and knew where the best spots were. It only took a couple of casts to catch a fish even when using an old, holed net. Madan had told Samir he'd even caught a few fish with his bare hands.

"They're so thick there that when they try to escape they bump into each other and completely lose their stupid little fish minds," Madan had said, in a tone that indicated that unlike the fish, he was possessed of a god-like intelligence.

In addition to the fishing spots, Samir also knew the location of two primitive salt pans Madan had dug out on the beach. They were little more than hollows where water flew in at high tide, and evaporated to leave a thin residue of salt. He could safely send a couple of his new colonists to scrape up whatever salt they could - all they'd have to do was walk along the beach for a few hundred steps, there and back. While they did that, Samir, Neil, and the remaining recruits would catch a few fish.

And there was a good coconut grove nearby too: after such a long human absence a dozen nuts lying on the ground were virtually guaranteed. They'd eat well that evening. It was important that the new colonists ate well. From Samir's experience, people who ate well were much more cooperative than people who didn't.

He was proud of his plan. Around mid-morning, he revealed it to his new colonists. He was forced to do that because the moaning started. They didn't complain any more, they moaned.

The teacher moaned that her life was coming to an end. Her husband prophesied his own end was coming a little later, after he'd suffered more than she ever would. The wife's brother, the former electrician, reminded everyone that he'd warned them something that started badly would end badly, too. He'd stayed mostly silent until that moment, and whenever he did open his mouth he spoke a basic, simple truth with the air of someone who had just discovered time travel.

Samir suspected that was why he'd remained an electrician's assistant instead of becoming a fully-fledged electrician: he was a conceited fool. He wasn't really bothered by the whines coming from the three adults. But he was worried that the two teenagers had also begun to whimper and whine. So he reached for that tried and true weapon favored by all leaders: propaganda.

He was very crafty about it. He said:

"I told you I am going to test you. If you cannot go without food and rest for a few hours, you're useless. If you pass this test, you'll get a reward, a reward that will exceed all your expectations. A settlement of your own, all built and ready and waiting for you. Located in the perfect spot, with fresh water and plenty of food around. No one will bother you there. I have an army. And I protect my people."

The moaning stopped instantly.

"A settlement of our own?" asked the former school caretaker.

"Already built, with plenty of food?" asked the wife.

"It sounds too good to be true," said her brother.

The teenagers were silent. But their faces began to glow with hope and when Samir saw that, he knew that he'd succeeded. Old people's emotions were the same as young people's. The only difference was that old people filtered their feelings through the masks they were wearing, the masks life had taught them to wear. The teacher, her husband, and her brother were as full of hope as the kids.

They all walked on with a new determination, and by two in the afternoon - give or take half an hour - they were getting near. Samir recognized the clump of coconut palms from a distance; the abandoned settlement was just a few hundred steps away from the grove.

He led the group towards the coconut palms. He would let his new colonists rest there. They'd split a few nuts open and drink the milk and eat the hard white flesh, and they would start feeling better about things. While they did that, he would take Neil and conduct a quick reconnaissance. He'd pay a visit to the settlement, and take inventory of what was there, what was not, and what was needed.

He knew something was wrong even before he saw the buildings. A couple of wild berry bushes were growing next to the path leading to the settlement. They had been picked clean.

"Look at this," Samir said to Neil, and pointed.

"Maybe the birds ate them," Neil suggested.

Samir shook his head.

"There were always a few left," he said. "Look sharp. By the way, do you remember that smoke you saw just before we met and took in the new people?"

"Yes."

"They say they didn't light any fires. That if there was a fire, it was started by someone else."

"But they came from that direction!"

"I know. But they insist they didn't start that fire. And I believe them, because they had no means to start a fire with them. No flint, no kindling... And they had no reason to start a fire, either. They didn't have anything that needed cooking."

"So it had to be someone else," Neil said.

"Yes."

"That means there are many new people in the New World."

"Yes."

"You think we're going to run into some now?"

"We may. Let's exercise caution. Keep behind cover if we can."

They took care to make as little noise as possible. They darted between bushes, trees, and rocks, always stopping to look and listen before moving again. When they heard a male voice asking some sort of question and another answering, they became even more cautious.

The few primitive buildings that comprised the settlement were arranged in a semi-circle around a big fireplace. Samir led Neil to the right, and behind the back wall of the primitive shed Madan had built for storage. The voices fell silent and they crouched there, waiting for the conversation to resume. When it did, things immediately became unpleasant.

"There's someone hiding behind that shed," a strong, male voice said.

"You're joking."

"I'm not. I heard something. Let's take a look."

Samir immediately grasped Neil's arm and they retreated a dozen steps. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Did you hear that?"

"You were right, someone's really there!"

The approaching footsteps quickened into a trot.

"Get ready," Samir hissed to Neil. They stepped a couple of paces apart, Neil slinging the bow off his shoulder and reaching for an arrow. Samir tightened his grip on the spear.

A couple of men emerged from behind the shed, running as if they were jogging. They were naked, and they weren't carrying any weapons, not even a stone. It was obvious they were confident they could deal with anything and anyone with their bare hands.

They had some good reasons for this confidence. They were young, tall, and bulging with muscle. They looked like the rich young men who went to the gym regularly back in the old times, preferring to improve their bodies instead of their minds. They had hardly any cuts or bruises, and Samir guessed both men were very new to the New World.

"Halt," Samir said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neil raise the bow and draw the string back.

So did the two men. They stopped, and the one slightly in front said:

"What's this? You're trying to hurt someone? Be careful that you don't end up hurting yourselves."

"What are you doing in my settlement?" demanded Samir.

"Your settlement? You must be joking." The man took a step forward, and Samir raised his spear and said:

"Not another step. You take another step, you'll be sorry."

"Why? You're going to make me cry? You're going to hurt me?"

The man behind laughed, and stepped forward to the side of his companion. He looked at Neil and said:

"Daddy let you play with a bow? Maybe you two play together sometimes? He puts his thing in your mouth, or in your rear?"

The twang of the bowstring and the wet thwack of the arrow hitting its target merged into one sound. Samir's eyes widened as he looked at the arrow's shaft protruding from the man's stomach, just above the belly button. It didn't protrude much: the arrow had gone in pretty deep.

He looked at the stricken man's face. His eyes were popping and his mouth was wide open. He slowly sank to his knees, making no sound. His companion did. He shouted:

"You little gandu! I'll kill you for this."

Samir advanced a step and thrust his spear forward to bar the man's way - he was about to throw himself on Neil, who was backing away and frantically trying to fit another arrow onto the bowstring.

Samir was late. He didn't bar the man's way. Instead, his spear struck the man's side and pierced the skin. It wasn't much of a blow and the man swatted the spear to the side with his hand. He turned a step towards Samir, saying:

"You - "

The bowstring twanged again. This time, Neil missed - the arrow passed right in front of the man's face. He stopped and glanced at Neil.

Samir took his chance. He rushed forward, driving his spear into the man's stomach as hard as he could.

"Ugh," said the man. He grasped the spear shaft with both hands. They stood like that, just a couple of steps apart, looking at each other; and then there was another twang and this time the arrow went into the man's shoulder. His knees buckled and Samir let out a roar and pushed the spear in deeper. Screeching like a madman, Neil ran forward with his stone ax raised high and brought it down on the head of the kneeling man that had been shot first.

It was all over within a few moments. Samir frantically tried to wrench his spear from the dead man's body and couldn't; in the end, he had to push all of it right through. In the meantime, Neil checked the area for other unwelcome visitors. He returned to Samir to tell him breathlessly he hadn't seen anyone else just as Samir was attempting to clean the spear with a handful of dry grass. After going all the way through the man's bowels, it was sticky with blood and liquid shit.

When Samir heard there were no other people around, he looked at Neil and said:

"You did very well, Neil. I'm proud of you."

"He called me a gandu."

"Don't worry about it. You did the right thing."

"What do we do now?" Neil asked, after a short silence.

"First, I'll go and wash this thing in the ocean," Samir said, throwing a disgusted glance at the spear. "And then - "

He paused. He looked up at the sky. To his amazement, he saw a vulture. It was definitely a vulture, not a big seagull! It was circling lazily at least fifty meters above the ground. It was the first time Samir had seen a vulture in the New World. Things were changing fast.

He looked at Neil and said:

"And then we'll get rid of those corpses and kick some dirt over the blood and have a bath. What do you think?"

"I think it's a very good idea," said Neil.

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