Arrow kept pushing to pursue the military caravan tracks with combat discipline. She also pushed for military macrobiotic diet. She was starving, sick and tired of any and all discipline.
“When I get to the Big City, I’m gonna eat ’til I puke,” she said talking unwittingly to herself, “and I’m gonna drink a tank car full of ice water.”
“Please. Your jabbering only makes circumstances worse. Prattle about herbal doctoring, male psychology, or hog slaying, anything else. Please, please,” she begged back to herself. Arrow was losing her mental abilities.
She continued her twisted personal discourse on cooking and eating and drinking.
Surprising to both parts of herself, they made it. The sand march was over. It was night but she arrived at a gratifying historic moment.
Arrow saw and understood frantic arm-signal flare coordinates delivered on a balcony down the canyon-like street. Knowing she was in the best firing position, she readied her modified weapon.
“What are you doing?” she asked the weaker part of herself, weakly gazing around for a clue.
“Target: Oh-seven Niner, and he is mine. Turkey buzzard, say bye-bye!” her stronger side shouted.
Onlookers cringed sarcastically at Arrow assassinating a creature she no doubt had never met. But this was the rule in the Big Golden City. Impersonal carnage. They put their dirty fingers in their dirty ears.
“Count me down. Five, 4, 3, ” shouted Arrow, too aroused. Black smoke bloomed into flame.
For the history books, Arrow shot down Morgan dead in the palace street. It was as if she lived her whole life for this hit. All her anger and passion blasted down the fiery tube destroying one sick villain. Military people nearby cheered her accuracy and timing at eliminating the human disease.
“You done showing off. Let’s get some chow,” she said to herself covered with gritty sand, dust, and smoke. She was drifting in and out of hallucinations.
Arrow warmly laughed through parched lips like fatigued worn sandpaper.
“I’ve just been in the right place, at the right time, to administer the punishment of the century. And I am haranguing about food as if I’ve been wandering in the desert for weeks.”
“I’m weak. Give me water now!” she hissed, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, as she blacked out.