Amity's posts

Trees and grass and water and town. But what good was all that to a dead man?

That he would attempt the crossing seemed likely. After all what was left behind him?

And what of him?

White with the bone dust of those who had tried and failed to survive the crossing.

A haze of dust and death.

Not clouds nor fog, for no moisture would be found across the dead plains.

And in the distance... nothing. A haze obscured what could only be more wasteland.

No vultures wheeled in the sky above. This land had long been picked over, and even the birds knew better.

The baked hard pan ground cracked and split. Mountains rose sharply against a sky murky with dust and debris.

Vegetation, animals. Even a desert could support life, but all was gone now.

Once it had been a desert, he knew. And likely something else before that.

The wasteland loomed.

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