[ how long has he been walking? the desert seemed to go on and on, and every time he looks back he can see smoke and wreckage - ships crashed into the sand, fire and burning, bodies, so much death...
he can't keep track of time anymore and he can't tell if the heat has finally worked its way into his bones or if the despair of being completely alone here on this burnt up planet has finally started sinking in. he thinks, at first, he hears nai laughing again - wide-eyed and utterly pleased with himself atop the wreckage.
he hasn't looked back in hours, hasn't noticed that the sky overhead changes color, the sand a little hotter underfoot, and that if he turns the smoke and wreckage of the crash will be gone, lost years and years and years into the dust. he's tired, thirsty, and as he finally comes to a stop at the edge of something horrible - a crater - he wonders if this is where he will finally wither up and die. ]
It's so hot...
[ he closes his eyes against the sun just as something rustles nearby. a stone rolling down the steep slope of the hill. panicked, he looks around frantically, but there's something else on the air. a feeling. and then he sees the figure, hooded, and the blood smearing on his fingers. fear sings through him. ]
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he can't keep track of time anymore and he can't tell if the heat has finally worked its way into his bones or if the despair of being completely alone here on this burnt up planet has finally started sinking in. he thinks, at first, he hears nai laughing again - wide-eyed and utterly pleased with himself atop the wreckage.
he hasn't looked back in hours, hasn't noticed that the sky overhead changes color, the sand a little hotter underfoot, and that if he turns the smoke and wreckage of the crash will be gone, lost years and years and years into the dust. he's tired, thirsty, and as he finally comes to a stop at the edge of something horrible - a crater - he wonders if this is where he will finally wither up and die. ]
It's so hot...
[ he closes his eyes against the sun just as something rustles nearby. a stone rolling down the steep slope of the hill. panicked, he looks around frantically, but there's something else on the air. a feeling. and then he sees the figure, hooded, and the blood smearing on his fingers. fear sings through him. ]
Hello? Who's there?