Crunch, crunch, crunch..

You, Oswald and Memrbis walk on the scorching hot sand of the dunes, nothing but sand.. sand, small dead bushes and trees, and a lot of throns. Your heli crashed not too far from here, the three of you are fine, but Oswald on the other hand, not too much.

From the crash; Oswald has gotten a small piece of metal lounged into his stomach; where his hand lay. That was why Membris was supporting him at his side to keep him from toppling over and you could just tell the heat was messing with his head and vision - causing him to whine.

" Shh- I got you Oswald.. "

Membris comforted, wiping the bead of sweat that formed on his temple.