Lost city

Part 1

Sand.

Just sand.

All around me .

In my food.

In my hair, my clothes, my mouth.

Guinevere squinted at the horizon. Nothing in sight but sand, she ran her fingers through her short, mousy brown hair and slammed her notebook shut. Barren, nothing in sight but her brother and two dead horses.

Was running away a good idea? She didn't know, and probably would never know as it was too late to turn back now....the Commander would be furious, Guin could see it now, no dinner for two months, no rest break and a month of beating. Guin couldn't turn back, she wouldn't even if she could. This was much better than that hellhole they called a children's camp. She took a small sip from her flask and closed it quickly to stop herself from pouring the rest of the water on top of her head or drink the rest of it. When she would start she would never stop and contain herself. She wanted to eat the horses but her brother forbid it as they weren't 'savages' and horses were 'sacred creatures' meaning if they became extinct the world wouldn't be pure and peaceful ever again. Guin disagreed. Guin didn't really care about horses...or about animals  in general but she decided to respect her brother's wishes and not become a 'savage'. 

Suddenly she heard a distant yell from far south, and the twins frantically turned to face where the faint cry came from. In the east, there was a dim glow. The sun was rising, a big, red sun. There was no white light only a blood red line across the horizon. Guin could feel a knot rising in her stomach and a lump in her throat. Blood had been spilt that night. There in the very desert. Guin decided that if they stopped there, whoever made or caused that noise may reach the in approx three or four days, this calculation made Guin nervous and she started walking faster.

"We  need to find a place to stay" said Elijah her twin brother, sighing, worry overcame his big brown eyes. He was sensitive and extremely emotional and Guin suspected that he took it worse than she did. Everything, running away, running out of food and water, no shelter, dead transport and finally a suspecting killer to worry about.

"We'll find one" she replied soothingly as possible "don't worry2

That didn't help. They were both worried, scared and extremely hungry. All they had to do now was head south...