Outlandish Circumstances

The cheering cries of the people rang through his head without remorse, slowly torturing him as he continued to strive forward to the future. The dusty sands of the earth separated underneath the stomp of his foot as he trudged through the earthy yellow grains of the desert, searching for some sort of refuge to shelter in. He was hungry, thirsty and tired. There was no sign of hope in this barren wasteland and the only signs of life there was besides himself was the occasional slither and rapid creeping of the desert snakes and critters.

"Damn, I would've made it to that damn outpost if it wasn't for that sandstorm rolling in at the last minute." Aydig hissed to himself, his facial expressions showing a deep distaste for the natural environment of the desert and the great karma he had when it came to safety.

It had been days since Aydig last drank or ate, or even sleep. The last time he could remember such luxuries was when he had finished up his time at the last outpost located not too far from the giant lake that separated Joya, Bellum, Iceburg and Desertio in the middle up in the rough, rock filled mountains. His throat was tight and dry, his stomach howled in pain and he had developed very notable grey eyebags underneath his kind eyes from the lack of sleep he has been getting from all the sleepless nights he spent wandering the desert.

Aydig stopped in his tracks, noticing a human like figure in the distance with the only way of telling was his outline on the bright blue sky of the sunny day, "...I hate this place. I shouldn't have left Bellum first of all but you never seem to strive your way from trouble do you now?" Aydig rebuked, recognising such figure from his memories.