Chapter 155

My little hamlet had become a fairground. What crops I could see had either been trampled or damaged, their not-quite-ripe fruit swiped. Roman apologized, emphasizing that he had asked the people to be careful of the crops and stay to the road, but there were just so many. Punishment would be entirely on hearsay, and many, who were city folk, hadn't been aware they had stepped on people's crops.

"I would have avoided the city, except I'm obligated to see if there are survivors."

"Well they're survivors now," I said as I sadly looked at the broken stalks of potato plants - the one's that hadn't been upended.

Roman winced. "I'm sorry. I truly am."

"You've done the best you could. You're only one man."