Snippet #2474339

Hot.... The first thing that came to Drakes mind as he dragged his feed though the sand. it’s too damn hot... Drake never did like it when it was too hot, but for the past day he had been walking non-stop, trying to find something, anything in this seemingly endless sea of sand and rock. Drake had eaten all of the meager food he had managed to not loose during the attack on the colony. To his surprise he had not fallen over dead yet, in the books he read a normal human would have died long ago for a lack of water and lack of food, added to the extreme climate. Then again he was no longer a normal human, at first the visions that showed him to eat a brain is to evolve were little more than hallucination do to the shock of the loss of the colony but now that he has made it this far, he was beginning to think that it may be true That or I am going insane from all this heat.

Drake stopped walking, for the first time in many hours and looked up into the bright blue sky, without a cloud in sight. His thoughts returned to his family, he had lost them during the attack and was worrying endlessly for them. Are they safe?... Are they dead? These thoughts racked his head, He probably would have began to cry a little if it was not for the fact he was dehydrated. "No" he yelled to himself "THEY ARE ALIVE AND I WILL FIND THEM"! His voice rang out loudly and he though his fist in the air to give himself confidence. He slowly lowered his fist and looked down I say that but..... I have not even see another human much less anyone I know Before he could progress with his thought's further he heard the loud sound of a gun being fired off in the distance

It was loud but Drake could not make out where it came from, in the large flat land where he stood it could be anywhere. Drake began to look around and drew one of his cooking knives the cold steel reflected the sunlight. As Drake looked around to his despair he saw a sand storm heading his way. Normal Drake feared nothing and would dive head first into the fire if he had good cause but there was something off about the sand storm. The way the sand moved and at the speed it was moving was unnatural.

Drake knew he could not get away from the storm. Looking around there was no cover. In books he had read he knew that sandstorms were not to be underestimated, the rages grains of sand could kill a person by casing them to chock to death. Using the keen blade of the knife he cut off a strip of cloth from his ragged shirt, it was to big for him anyways, he thought as the knife cut though the clothing with no problems. He wrapped the cloth around his mouth, hopping to help protect himself. With no cover to be seen he dug a hole in the sand and half buried himself. It was hot but he knew he would be better if he stayed in his little fort. Keeping his knife at the ready, Drake prepared himself for whatever would come this way.