Just one foot in front of the other

"I keep telling myself," Abraham said, "that all I got to do is to continue putting one foot in front of the
other. "


 He walked on, now concentrating only on putting one foot out in front of the other. Once, in the eighth
grade, he had read a story by a man named Ray Bradbury, and this story was about the crowds that
gather at the scenes of fatal acci-dents, about how these crowds always have the same faces, and about
how they seem to know whether the wounded will live or die. I'm going to live a little longer, Garraty told
them. I'm going to live. I'm going to live a little longer.



The Long Walk   Stephen King