Arthur took a long look at the inside of the tent. It was like seeing it for the first time, since the actual first time he came in there, he was too on edge to notice the little details.
The tent was fairly big, with four large metal poles holding the structure up. Their rooting was deep into the desert soil. Big brown rugs covered the ground; their colors the shade of the sand beneath them. There were two bunk beds in the farthest corner of the tent, where the shadows were the densest, and a wooden table in the center, where sunlight could reach easily once the flaps of the tent were opened. On the table, old books and heaps of paper lay scattered and disorganized, like someone had rummaged through them in a hurry.
In the center of it all was the zombie he had hacked off. It’s blood ha
