Chapter 10

The group had been traveling for days across the dry, barren Waste. Paul's feet felt like leaden weights as the dust swirled like a swarm of gnats around his head. He gave a rattling cough. "Water," he gasped, "Please. It was hours ago when we stopped for a drink." Gatry halted. Removing a canteen from his back, he dumped all of the precious liquid into the boy's mouth. Zira stared. "What did you do that for?!" she shrieked. "That's all the water we have!" Gana came spiraling down. "Yes, but there's an oasis a mile away." Zira leaped from Paul's shoulder. She ran off to the next hill, then stopped. "Which way?" she shouted. Gana pointed, and she raced off.