I walked and walked until I physically couldn't. My chest was on fire, my face was throbbing and my arms and legs were stinging. I sat on a tree trunk to catch my breath and give everything a rest. If I'm heading in the direction I think I am there's a service station a mile or so away, I should be able to jump on a truck or wagon or something. They travel between cities so hopefully, they will be one going to Devon.

I stood up, bracing myself for more walking. I continued my hike towards the service station, replaying the events of the last 24 hours over in...