The Sands of The Past. (WIP)

Pilot chapter. Aka. just a chapter to see how well this will go.

Kel woke in his bed in his wooden shack like every other day. He was sweating just laying in the bed in his underwear no covers over him. He sat up in the bed mentally prepairing himself. He got up and walked towards the closet grabbing his clothes that covered almost every inch of his body but kept cool in hot tempuratures. He walked towards the door grabbing his bag and putting on his back.

He walked out into the sand dunes putting his goggles on to keep sand out of his eyes. He walked forward through the desert as the heat was hitting him full force. He sweat slightly but thanks to his clothing it helped more then you would think. He would keep walking to his scavanging area.

He walked all the way to the strange crashed airship in the sand. It had been 50 years since this thing had crashed. Since the average life span was 35 years old, Kel didn't know what it was called only the fact it looked like early drawings for flying machines with the wings jutting out it's sides with engines under them. It looked like a passanger air ship because of the multiple seats in the airship. Most of the seats filled with dead bodies.

We went about his buissnes collecting scrap and broken circut boards. Everything was going good for a while unti a hour later her heard a click behind him and froze up. "Get up," said a voice behind him, male, middle age about 20. Kel stood up off his knees from the scrap pile. "Turn around," the figure spoke again. Kel turned around to see a man about 20 with a pistol against his forhead.

"Drop your bag on the ground in front of me," the man ordered him. Kel dropped his bag on the floor dead center of them. The man reached down to the bag looking down at it gun still pointed to Kel. He slammed his knee into the man's face when he was close enough. He stumbled back holding his nose before trying to point his gun at Kel again. Kel grabbed a scrap piece next to him and slammed it into the man's chest. He fell back the wind knocked out of him dropping the gun. Kel grabbed the gun pointing it at the man.

The man froze up in fear before a loud bang triggered with a flash. A new hole in the dead body. Kel stuck the pistol in his pocket putting his bag on. He then looted the man's body finding cash and a few clips of ammo for the pistol. He collected them and walked out of the abandoned airship.

Just another day.