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Day 2:

3:00 PM

Not an accurate representation of real desert storms

The winds hit hard, and with no sign of cessation, the heavy rains struck har against the soft sands of the Desert. The bowls Ethan had laid out to collect as much water as possible were already overflowing, and so the water woul be wasted if he could not empty them into a larger container. He stepped outside, at almost immediately Ethan was buffeted by strong winds which could knock him off his feet, and stinging sand which could cut skin and leave it raw.

Ethan heard something nearby. Around him, Ethan could hear whistling noises, but it was not them, as they were made by the wind blowing thhrough planks which ha holed drilled into them to scare away and bandits more fearful than himself. Instead, it was a scream of someone not too far away. Straight away Ethan rushed inside and grabbed his repeating crossbow and some more clothes to protect from the rushing sands.

The sound seemed to be coming from the North-East, the direction to the closest convoy route between the two Tribes. Carefully, Ethan approached, with his repeater ready, this wouldn't been the first time someone had pretended to be in distress to rob someone who came to help. As the route appeared out of the mist of sands, Ethan could see a woman tied up against a rock, with the remains of a convoy nearby. Her face was red and her eyes were closed, so first Ethan checked the broken pieces of wood of a broken trasport vehicle that seemes to be for people. It was empty, whoever had done this had long gone.