*
A horned viper emerged slowly from the sand, tasting the air with a disdainful his. The storm had settled hours ago, leaving the desert as silent as a graveyard with nothing but the thick scent of sand and blood. Far off to the east, the sun was just beginning to rise as a new day was set to begin. Today however, it would most certainly frown at the sight of the desert before it.
A man emerged from a small cave just then, his face blank and his heart heavy. A trickle of dried blood was visible on his face, and he was leaning heavily against the entrance of the cave. Tired and worn out, Mr Evans sank to the ground, landing with a soft thud on the sand.
Up above, a falcon's cry rent through the peaceful morning air as it soured of into the horizon.
If the morning could even be calle
