Actually, he was only aware that a road was somewhere in the vicinity. This he knew because there was an oasis directly across from another. This could only be the work of the Egyptian Transportation Department. It was for the tourists who would foolishly drive over two hundred kilometers through nothing but desert to reach Cairo. The reasons were varied, but still idiotic as far as Aaheru was concerned. Tourists who wanted to see the “real” Egypt made that drive. If they wanted to see this mythological real Egypt, then venture into the alleyways where children murdered each other for scraps of food. Of course, it was all gone now. The over population had been the nation’s undoing. Families living with three and even four generations under one roof had allowed the sickness of undeath to spread like fire in an oil field. Two days ago, he had led his chosen people out of the City of the Dead. The irony was not lost on him that the Jews had their own fabled exodus from Egypt. They had survived the Angel of Death as had Aaheru’s people.
