The person who'd spoken is a human, about 20 years old. Her hair is messy and uncut, and there's a scar above her lip. She smiles at him and playfully nudges him. "You need to quit fainting. It's not that hot out!"

He nodded. *um. Ok.*

The lady calmly picks up a worn-down pickax and hands it to him. "I picked up the slack for you while you were out, so I don't think you'll get in trouble for it this time. But try to stay awake, okay?"

He took it and nodded, confused.

The lady turns away, picking up a pickax of her own and starting to hack away at one of the larger rocks.

He did the same, confused.

It's hot out. Dry, too. The sand reflects the heat, and he's not wearing shoes to protect himself from it. He's also very weak- the pickax is hard for him to even pick up.

He kept going, confused.

(Hes not the only one)

(Just trust me I know where I'm going with this)


The heat beats down on him like a whip. His back hurts- it hurt when he woke up and leaning down to break at the rocks isn't helping.

He kept going.