The cold desert was vicious, its mutations were deadly but not as bad as the extreme weather. It was blizzards everyday, ice fragments impaling those unfortunate souls who tried to traverse out this frozen hellscape. You were the last of your expedition still alive after some flying beastly mutations took out most of them and hypothermia ended the rest. You got lucky. Finding cover when the flying devils came down and using one of their dead, but still warm carcasses, to keep you alive through the coldest night you've ever experienced. You just tried to stay alive, after a while the dream of returning home resorting to the back of your mind. Then one day you meet one of the mutations that is more than just a starving beast, something that thinks, and wants you all to itself.
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Random Flash Fiction
De TodoHeres some random flash fiction I write because why not. Use if you want as prompts or just read just credit if you do decided to publish. Also warning, I barely edit these so theres bound to be some mistakes.
