Meditate
Zanik glanced to the two shades that stalked after him and his wife. He couldn't tell their intentions, but they were a welcomed change from the blank, milky stares he had been receiving the past few days. He felt strangely reassured with them nearby. As he felt his body relax for the first time in days, he turned his focus inward. With the plague mostly contained, he felt he had little to worry about.
As his consciousness slowly slipped inward, the world around him faded away, replaced by fields of vibrant green grass, rolling hills and a comforting, blue sky above. He glanced over his shoulder; sure enough, the windmill was there. His cursory glance didn't catch the jagged crack hidden in the shadows of the towering building. His gaze instead focused on a distant figure. He felt it's gaze even from what felt like miles away... a familiar burning sensation springing forth from his heart. Gathering his courage, Zanik set off in the direction of the vague figure with the hateful red eyes, far far in the distance.
As his consciousness slowly slipped inward, the world around him faded away, replaced by fields of vibrant green grass, rolling hills and a comforting, blue sky above. He glanced over his shoulder; sure enough, the windmill was there. His cursory glance didn't catch the jagged crack hidden in the shadows of the towering building. His gaze instead focused on a distant figure. He felt it's gaze even from what felt like miles away... a familiar burning sensation springing forth from his heart. Gathering his courage, Zanik set off in the direction of the vague figure with the hateful red eyes, far far in the distance.