No One Knows How Far It Goes Novels & Stories

The doctor tried to analyse the whole situation even though it’s beyond his scope. They were all looking at each other and didn’t have any single clue. “I have no idea.” Ruth responded. “I have no clue as well.” Jackson answers before turning to Harry’s friends. “How about you lads? Do you have any single idea what’s in the United States?” William shakes his head, “We don’t know, sir. Harry’s never really been there before as much as I know.” He turns to Liv. “Did Harry say anything to you before the accident?”

I cannot think of how Mandy is feeling not knowing where her only son is if he is dead or alive. ⤝⧫⤞

He dialed a different number immediately “Did you get her location?” “No sir, her location is unknown” “Didn’t you check where the call signal is coming from!!” Oliver screamed “We……did sir but it was showing us the outer space” the receiver swallowed “Outer space?” “Yes sir, when a call location shows you outer space it means the location can never be found” Oliver ended the and became lost in thought. Wherever she is is not in any map. She was right when she said he would not know where she is unless she told him herself. He had really underestimated his dear wife.

They stumbled upon a makeshift camp, where other survivors had gathered. A weary woman approached them, her eyes reflecting the hardship they all endured. "You two new around here?" Alex nodded, "Yeah, just passing through. Any word on a safe haven, or a cure?" The woman sighed, "No cure yet, but there's a rumor of a settlement up north. They say it's secure and working on a solution." Hope flickered in Emily's eyes. "Lead the way, then. We're in this for the long haul." As the trio embarked on a journey toward the rumored sanctuary, their conversations echoed with tales of survival, loss, and a shared desire for a brighter tomorrow.

Their glares scared Wilbur. Wilbur suddenly did not know what to say. He fell silent for a moment before coming back to his senses and said, "I know. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone about this, but you should consider that it's almost impossible. The treasure is in the depths of the forest. The furthest record is only ten kilometers. The distance is too insignificant for this huge forest. You won't be able to find treasure like that. Your determination is meaningless." "What did you say?"

I'm surprised about his energy because he practised until evening and still helping his mom. "Are you going to stand there all night?" "Don't we have to say to them that we're leaving?", I asked him back. He pointed at his mom, "See for yourself. I don't think you can go in there. Let's get going." I took another glance at his mom. I wished Calix to look at me. I know he can't hear me even when I shout out to him. He looked busy. I then left with Ace. "Sam! We reached."

It is not a guarantee. It is a condition. One that persists only as long as people tolerate the discomfort of not knowing what comes next. So far, enough of them do. So far, the world has not closed. And that—residual, imperfect, unclaimed—is still enough.

"Whatcha doin?" His smile was almost too big for his face. "Oh, just looking... Do you ever wonder what's up there? You know, besides the clouds, and everything else? Like how far away is the sun, really?" "Pretty damn far, Cil. Many, many times farther than a journey across the entire earth -- and even that's an understatement, actually. I don't exactly know the details… Most of what I learned about the cosmos came secondhand from my grandfather, who in turn learned it from some humans, who apparently knew their stuff. So I may be spouting nonsense, for all I know. But it's a pretty huge distance either way."

I touched my neck awkwardly and said softly, "Well... I know the place, but I do not know where it is or how to get there." He frowned again. "How does that work?" I straightened in my seat and answered seriously, "I saw it on TV, but I do not know its exact location." He looked like he could not believe what I was saying. What is so strange about that? I want to go somewhere I know but do not know how to reach. That is completely normal. He seemed to be holding back his patience as he exhaled slowly before asking, "And what is that place?" "The opening event of Stephen Hart’s company."

Five kilometres isn’t that far, and I want to make sure they know exactly what I’m capable of. I hear the sound of footsteps behind me thinning out until only one set remains close. The rest have fallen back. With a surge of determination, I push forward, adding just a bit more speed. Not too much—I don’t know exactly how much further there is to go. I guess I’m about halfway, but since I don’t know the loop, it’s hard to judge.