The Fort In Death Valley

Chapter One, Part One, The Desert

Walking is tiring. I mean, really fucking tiring. I doubt I'll see a taxi or any kind of ride out here. But if I do, I'd highly doubt that they'll even accept me in their car.
Reason One: I'm filthy.
Reason Two: I've just escaped one hell of a prison.
Reason Three: I forgot my wallet all the way back home.

So here I go, walking for miles and miles at a time. You're probably thinking, "Holy fuck, Jase, how the hell does your scrawny ass bear all of this walking?" I reply with: "Why would I leave the comforts of hell without stealing any supplies?"

**WHAT'S IN JASE' BAG**
Wire cutters (1), Sandwiches (5), Pistols (2), A hat (1), A flashlight (2), Batteries (4), Spare bullets (About 80), Water bottles (7), Portable radio (1), A stranger's cellphone (1), and a teddy bear (1).

I don't wanna bore you on how much I walked, so I'll just bore you by painting a picture for you.
... Don't see it? Oh well. I'll waste our time by describing.

It was a desert. Full of reds, and browns, grays, and yellows too. Some greens here and there, but nobody really likes cacti.
The sun was unbearable. That's why this genius stole a hat from a corpse. It was a bright white, yellow kind of thing, turning into a rich orange, and then red when there was a sunset.
The sunsets were the only things keeping me from going insane, to be honest. I mean, come on; the shit's beautiful.
The skies and clouds turn into different colors, and so does the desert.
Yellow sand turns orange, then purple, then black. The clouds are hyper little shits, that turn into whatever colo(u)r they want. Pink, purple, red, orange, yellow, fuck, maybe all of the above.
I adored the sky out of all things. The moon gets more visible, sun goes down, stars come out, more colo(u)rs, blue, orange, purple, yellow, bluer blue, black.

So pretty, you know?

But here's the thing.
After sunset, comes the night.
What comes out in the night?
Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit.

Snakes, Coyotes, Scorpions, and all things of the sort. Those motherfuckers were everywhere.
There was no place that I could walk to, were there weren't any of the above. See, kids, this is why we have guns.

But all of that was nothing. Nothing compared to this.

I checked the phone that I stole for the time. "11:27." I mouthed, quickly turning the phone off again and resting for what seemed to be the first time. I built a lean-to and made myself comfy with a fire. And then, I started to regret not bringing a blanket with me.

The teddy bear was surprisingly useful for this time of day. It's damn flammable, and I can use it as a pillow. And you thought it wouldn't make sense for me to bring one along.

But it was around three o'clock in the morning when I heard shuffling sounds. I knew it didn't come from a bush, because we don't have any fucking bushes in the desert. Not in this desert anyway. It came from the distance. The sand, goddammit, the sand.

It looked pitch black. Blacker than the sky. It wore something on it's eyes. Moonlight reflected on the lenses of the thing that stared at me with eyes like daggers. It wore a coat that flailed about in the desert wind, and it even had a stupid hat. (Where'd he get it from? The 20's??) Funny thing is, I wet myself beforehand. I should be fine.

If only it didn't have a weapon with it.

I packed up quickly, and started walking. The figure started walking too. I went faster. So did the thing. I then broke into running, figuring out what the fuck is going on today.

I've been running for ten minutes, heaving for air, and showing no signs of giving up. "The thing" followed. It showed no signs of fatigue, or stopping. Shit's fucking scary. And you know what I did?

I tripped on a stupid cactus. I told you that I hate those little, thorny, shits.

It was right in front of me. Then it knelt down. I wondered what it would do to me next. He just smiled as I held in a scream, not to be heard by anyone but me, and the thing.

"Wait until she sees you."

A deep voice with a thick accent (which I can't make out) said, and chuckled. The winds caught up to the two of us, kicking up some sand in our direction. The sand blocked my vision like a motherfucker. Then when the weather cleared up; it was gone. He was gone.

(I didn't expect this chapter to be this delayed... Sorry about that. -windy)