DESERT BATTLE
NOVEMBER 2011
Much had been done for his own good but he still insisted
that he needed to find the treasure that was nestled in the Sahara Desert. His
mentor and old friend had tried to stop him but to no avail. Now, look what he
has gotten himself into, stranded in the middle of one of the world’s largest
desert.
After a couple of days in the barren desert, Chris was
running out of water. With sand stuck between the strands of his hair, he
continued to stumble, amble and shuffle among the golden dunes as the sun started
to sink behind the horizon. He was mumbling to himself like a madman. Sometimes,
he would say something like, "You get what you deserve, right?" At
other times, he would mutter to himself, "Hey look, penguins." The
heat was immense and it was getting to him.
As he climbed up a strangely, huge dune, an abandoned
settlement can be seen. It wasn’t far away. Hoping that it wasn’t a mirage, Chris started to make his way to the vague settlement. Immediately after he
arrived, he decided to spend the night in one of the dilapidated structures
that made up the age-old settlement.
The
sun started to rise, piercing the darkened sky with its shimmering glow. Chris woke up to a promising day. Thinking that the fabled treasure was there
somewhere, he started searching the ramshackle buildings.
As
the sun stood high and mighty in the clear sky, Chris left no stone unturned
in his quest for the treasure. Finding nothing, he was devastated. Out of the
blue, came a cohort of men with bandoliers wrapped around their chests and guns
in their hands. "Not again", thought Francis.
He
stood motionless behind a rickety structure, with no weapon in hand. As a
mercenary trudged through the thick sand towards him, he readied his fists. As
soon as the mercenary came into sight, Chris let out a flurry of punches to
the hooded figure. With an uppercut bang to the mercenary’s face, Chris caught the dusty gun and ran. The other mercenaries started chasing after him. Chris climbed one of the rickety structures and leapt to another with
impressive agility. To keep the mercenaries off his back, he pulled the trigger
whilst aiming approximately at them.
As
he escaped the ruined city, unscathed, he spotted a crumbling stone wall just
outside the area. He pulled his back against the narrow wall and thought to
himself, "Low on ammunition, low on water but high on adrenaline. Here we
go."
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