Left. Right. Left. Right.
Each step was wide, toes spread deep in the sand but no body attached to them, not a soul was there but me. I had staked out the spot for hours, watching from a near by ridge, from which I still stood now, and not a soul was there but me.
Regardless, the steps continued, Left. Right. Left. Right. Like a soldiers march, on time and in step.
The water licked at the neare...