Welcome to Flo's Walk of Memories...

The trails in the new world are roughened by weather and time. In the open places, the heat beats down mercilessly on the elderly Flo as she struggles to complete the twenty kilometre journey through the apocalyptic wilderness on her monthly supply run. There is ever a scent of fire on the wind; the meadow is parched and the woods brittle. In winter, she faces icy rains, flooding, and raw winds. In all seasons, the trails are pitted and clogged with fallen trees.

And this is only the wilderness. The wasteland, as she says, is more dramatic.

The images above, so fresh and alive, are the scenes Flo holds in her memory, while she struggles to keep hope alive.

She is at all times meek and subservient in appearance, but they have threatened her grandchild.

They should not have underestimated the power of a rebel grandmother.

Shadows in the Night

River roams the woodlands by night, honing her bush skills and escaping from the madness encasing her shrinking world. Not yet twelve, she has been selected to serve the regime by bearing host children for their resurrection scheme. With her parents gone, her grandmother's actions increasingly disturbing, no friends her age, no communications, no one she can turn to, she runs the earth, seeking peace in motion, answers in the silence of the night.

There she meets the Shadow Messengers and learns she is gifted in their ways. She runs the night, seeking and learning, for one day, if beliefs and dreams do come true, she will lead them.

Of course, she may yet fail in her quest. 

She can run fast on the open road, but she is exposed and vulnerable.

If she weaves through the thick brush, her trail will be obvious.
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In the open woodland, she can travel freely, but again there is nowhere to hide.

River must slip through the cracks between the moments,
run between their thoughts.
There is no safe way in the light, no safe way in the darkness,
​no safe way at all.