EightThe first rays of the waking sun spread their warmth over the flat valley of short grass and countless mole hills. Taylor and Jinhun were sipping with supreme delight from their steaming metal mugs, the dark coffee inside filling their nostrils with a tempting aroma. After a fourteen-hour, bumpy ride through tough terrain in the futuristic all-terrain-vehicles, they had finally stopped for a break around midnight. Both didn't mind sleeping on the hard ground, just tucked inside their sleeping bags. The one luxury Jinhun used was the gas oven that quickly prepared them a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon before they retreated to rest.
The two of them had woken up almost simultaneously when the sun touched their faces. While busying with the morning coffee, they were able to enjoy the
