Ben Halligey
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Empires of Oasis
Four days out from the Oasis and already I was starting to regret this venture. The trek through the desert was murderous. I don’t mean it was strenuous, I mean it was actively trying to kill me. Devilish quicksand, perilously treacherous paths through rocky crags, Goliath lizards and venomous snakes. And the heat. There was no sunshine, obviously, none since the Reset, but enough UV light forced it’s was through the yellow haze between the ground and the sky to bake the desert floor to an extent that heat emanated up like a dry frying pan. If you stood for too long in one spot, your boots would start to melt. Yep, this was feeling less and less like a good idea. I adjusted my sand goggles and looked back in the direction I had come from. I thought for a second I could see a faint, silvery shimmer of the Oasis on the horizon, but all before me was yellow-grey rocks and sand, undulating for miles.
By Ben Halligey3 years ago in Fiction