I had maybe twenty days before the Zergian situation became a real problem.
Twenty days wasn't insignificant. But that only mattered if I could make it back in time. Which meant figuring out where I was first, which meant having some kind of plan beyond standing in the middle of an empty wasteland scratching my head.
I needed to think.
First, food and water. Without those, nothing else mattered.
Second. I couldn't start walking aimlessly. If I walked in a direction and kept walking I'd have no way to know if I was drifting in a circle. I needed to mark where I'd been.
Third. The barrier from my cube had a limit. I had no dark water on me, which meant the moment the cube ran dry I had nothing between me and whatever this place had living in it… Though I still hadn't found anything alive.
I could spend time being furious at the vow for choosing the worst possible moment. That was an option, but it would accomplish exactly nothing.
I'd survived the exile. I could solve this.
