Chapter 1 Wandering

Aimless, tired, hungry. As one lone person drags his legs along a barren land of dry cracked hot earth.

Rather young in his appearance as a slim tan skinned man is even skinner from a lack of sustenance, as his flesh is barley on his bones.

Swallowing to keep moisture in his throat, with his violet eyes exhausted from a lack of anything in it. Long silver and orange with a red streak prominent in his hasn't been washed hair.

Stopping as he can't bare his weak body to move any longer, plopping to his knees as his black baggy pants with a stream of light green that flows on the sides of them get dirtier.

Tilting to the side as his vessel gives to the right, the young man says in a whisper, I've been wandering so long. Is this the end of my life. Staving to death.

End of Chapter 1