Path book 1 Igor chapter 11-1

And before it reaches two hundred meters to me, it explodes, flying apart. Several pieces of debris fall next to me. One of them has a strange, rounded shape. I walk up and, having seen him, I close my eyes, nausea rolls up my throat... it's the pilot's head in a helmet: the eyes are bulging, the mouth is open and distorted with a grimace, a piece of spine sticks out of the dried torn meat in place of the neck.

I walk away from the find, suppressing bouts of nausea. Damn it! How do I get home now? On foot — more than twenty kilometers. It's a two-hour run, if not more... but there's no way out. There is a battle going on over the planet, and no one will be sent after me. The connection doesn't work either. In general, run Igor, run! Barsik approaches the severed head, sniffs, hits it with its paw — and the head, rattling the helmet on the rocks, rolls down the slope.

"Baska! Don't touch that stuff! And anyway, we ran home." I take my bearings and go home at a measured run, the cat moves easily next to me.