I'm finally here... he thought dramatically.
He had expected sand, and rocks. What he had not expected, was the reality of those implications. He had sand in every fold, crevice, orifice, fucking everywhere. Under every nail, both finger and toe. In his socks, in his boots, ceaselessly grinding and irritating his flesh. His scalp and long mane of hair were drowning in sand. The sun had scorched his skin and his lips were chapped and dry enough to bleed. He had long since finished off the last of his water. He thought back fondly on his time leaving Earth country. There were meadows and fields and trees in places. Here... there was just sun, sand, and dysentery. When he put his foot out the door, he had a song in his heart and a warmth in his soul. Now he was just empty. No thoughts, no qualms. Nothing but soreness, aching, and pure debilitating exhaustion.
"Gods what I would do for a cold beer right now."
This kind of sucked.
[Entering Country]
He had expected sand, and rocks. What he had not expected, was the reality of those implications. He had sand in every fold, crevice, orifice, fucking everywhere. Under every nail, both finger and toe. In his socks, in his boots, ceaselessly grinding and irritating his flesh. His scalp and long mane of hair were drowning in sand. The sun had scorched his skin and his lips were chapped and dry enough to bleed. He had long since finished off the last of his water. He thought back fondly on his time leaving Earth country. There were meadows and fields and trees in places. Here... there was just sun, sand, and dysentery. When he put his foot out the door, he had a song in his heart and a warmth in his soul. Now he was just empty. No thoughts, no qualms. Nothing but soreness, aching, and pure debilitating exhaustion.
"Gods what I would do for a cold beer right now."
This kind of sucked.
[Entering Country]