Oasis

When the sandstorm had subsided, Hera felt that it had been a long time.

She was losing too much blood already.

Her mind couldn’t think anymore.

Her eyes just remained shut.

Her will to live was still there but her body was showing the opposite.

It was only waiting for her to sigh her last breath.

At a distance, a black truck was driving on the hot desert.

“What’s that? A dead animal?” A man with a burly figure said in his gruff voice. He combed his wavy red hair off his face to get a better view. His olive skin however seemed to belong to this environment.

But he still looked awkward next to the younger man beside him.

The younger man seemed to be in his late twenties. While the burly man seemed to be in his thirties.

The younger man wore a white dress shirt, beige pants and brown shoes making him look all clean and fresh even as they were out in the desert. His pale white skin was quite rare in this climate.

He looked occupied, reading the documents in his hands as they traveled in