Bright light baked the ground below, heat pouring from the close strains of the ground below, causing waves in horizon lines, making things appear consistently blurred and distorted until it got closer to sight. The ground was nothing but what could be described as a sea of fire as sand stretched for many miles, the place was practically uninhabitable.
Scuffed leather boots staggered slightly in the soft pile of grains rising up like little hills as feet slowly sank in. A gust of wind kicked up and made a green cloak flap and snap in its grip as the person was forced to stand still and catch her breath. Sweat dripped down along the edges of her jawline making the already matted down hair press against fair skin, though covered by the hood the heat still sank its claws into her. It had started from the bottoms of her feet and just worked its way up making it feel like it was hard to breathe.
The timeline was blurry, she couldn’t remember what made her move forward in the first place, she could only remember vague shards, nothing made sense from the time she woke up...to the time she began walking. Unfortunately, there was little that could be done about the small rations of food and water she had on her person. The days seemed to slip, and the food was no longer there, the pouch filled with water was on its last drops.
Taking in a slow, yet labored breath she started to move forward again, a shaking hand reaching to a leather pouch at her belt, pulling out something that to her had been odd. Though the village that she had gone through some miles back had relinquished little, the only interesting thing that wasn’t encrusted and buried in sand dunes and broken boards, was a device that looked so out of place in her hand. It didn’t look right with the old rustic place she had passed through.
Everything felt so off, but it was the only faint thing she could cling onto. Perhaps...just perhaps it had meant there were people still out there? Hunger was gnawing at her stomach again, it left the impression that her insides were eating their way out. In this heat, with nothing in her stomach made her feel nausea, but she still had to walk clutching that device in shaking grip.
Still she walked. And walked. And walked. Leaving prints in the sand that would soon fill up. However, when it felt like forever, her body started to shut down with exhaustion. It started with her knees making her collapse heavily into the soft ground until her upper body joined her and that item she clung to fell out of her grip. Fighting to keep herself awake in darkening vision that was fading fast, she reached out for it, it was her lifeline. The reason she still kept pushing forward...she couldn’t afford to lose it. As darkness began to consume, she just barely managed to place a hand on it. She didn’t feel it, but her index finger had somehow pressed an indention on that device and the last thing heard in the blackness was a faint beeping until unconsciousness took over.
From the device a signal was being transmitted out as a red light blinked on and off in repetitive flashes.
