Snippet #1524013

I crouched close to the ground. There was darker colored sand in places and I had to wonder if someone had buried them. I didn't mind, of course, seeing them, people who lost their lives, laying there lifelessly brakes my heart. I pressed my palm against the darker colored sand, it packed together under my touch and was slightly damp. I closed my eyes and had a moment of quietness for all who had died.

In my moment of sadness and silence I told myself no more crying for those who are lost, for if I did I would join them in the world of death.

This is when I soft footsteps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a man in tattered clothing. He had dirty grey hair and a long black beard. He didn't smell the best either, but I don't imagine I do either. He smelled better than the corpses though, and the familiar scent of dirt and sweat was almost comforting.

I stood, he was taller than myself, I could tell even though he still stood a distance away.

"Hello?" I said, my voice hoarse.