It was close to sundown when I found him. Laying face down in the sand wearing only a pair of stained and ruined khaki coloured pants, his whole upper body was almost entirely covered in major burns, and the hot summer sun had done him no favours to what was left. By the look of his sunburned back and shoulders he had been laying there for quite some time.
I’d been traveling for several days across the wastelands of Amica and seen that something was wrong the moment I had crested the hilly sand dune. The remnants of an entire village had simply packed their tents and property and moved out of the protective cover of the valley. What was left had been set on fire or simply abandoned. I wondered what would cause such a moderate population to simply up and abandoned their home.
And that was when I’d noticed the limp and broken figure in the sand.
Behind him a huge fire pit lay smoldering and dying as the last embers of its lif