Meadowlark Prairie the transit from a doomed universe

He didn't get far. Whether that was caused by his injury or his will didn't really matter. He'd crossed from the claim's limits through the trees, then found himself surrounded by melting snow and tendrils of green grass trying to emerge; that's all there was, now. 

Distant mountains to the southwest where he knew Towhee remained. A band of black forest on the horizon to the northeast. A peppering of weathered oak and beech trees occasionally breaking up the emptiness. Reyes wasn't able to run anymore and so he stalked along instead, head down, his ragged coat hanging like sphagnum where it wasn't serrated with anger.