Under the pale moonlight of twin moons, Veer lay with eyes closed and his chest heaving. Blood rolled down from the corner of his eyes, as he tried to control his breathing.
He wasn't in good shape. His battle suit, which should have regenerated, had holes in various places and was showing signs of battles. If it wasn't for it, though, Veer wouldn't be bleeding only from his face.
"How... many has it been?" He wondered.
How many farms had he passed? He didn't know as he had forgotten the count already. It had been three months and all he did in that time was just cross the farms and try to find clues to get out.
Sadly, even after so much time, he was still amidst this endless field of farms, surrounded by the deadly Scarecrows whose attacks were getting more and more powerful.
In the last one, he had barely managed to survive after getting a shot at his eye. Now, he was uncertain on how to proceed.
