The man and boy keep walking towards the coast. But they've quick run out of the food they took from their place of refuge. During a rainstorm, they stopped to sleep and when the man woke up he was sick. The boy was very afraid that the man was going to die, because he kept coughing up blood, but the man was quite reassuring.
They came across a town where there were people-burned to death, and laying in the middle of the road, charred. The man told the boy not to look, but the boy said that it was okay. I've noticed that the boy is growing up more and more each time I read. The thing is though, it isn't because he wants to, or should for that matter.
They both thought somebody was following them, so they hid their trash and themselves then watched. The boy fell asleep, but when the three men and a pregnant women passed, the man was wide awake. The morning after, they kept going and saw a fire so they waited. After the people had left, they went over to the fire to see what had been cooking, but found nothing but a dead and gutted infant. That horrible sight is one the little boy had to see.
After endless days of walking, they finally reach the coast, but it is nothing that either of them expected. The water wasn't blue, the dark hadn't lifted, and there was no thriving of life. Instead the water was grey and the beach lifeless. They are wondering now where they should go or what they should do. I'm quite curious as well...