I was walking through a desert. Seeing nothing but bare land. The sun seemed very dim. So, the desert wasn't it's usually sickly and threatening yellow. It was brown and gloomy. Almost ominous. Something of Salvador Dali. The trees were nearly black, some others were covered in soot. The source was from nowhere visible. I walked aimlessly through this depressing environment. The heat didn't affect me, despite I could almost see the air distorted by heat waves coming from the ground. I take off my shoes since they began melting. I feared to do so, but my feet were nearly coming to a sizzling sound. I kicked them off, I clenched my teeth, even getting ready to run. However, my feet only felt cold. I touched the ground with my hands, still no burn. I saw everything around me melt away. Why am I here? Am I to melt away with the rest? No... I'm still here. The trees broke down into a liquid and flowed rather smoothly past my feet. Even the sand looked liquified, going through my feet like water. Everything was. I found the trees no longer around. The sand became a grey-brown color. I kept walking. I found the sand coming back as I went deeper into the desert. Why am I here? I kept asking myself over and over. I felt like I knew where I was. But I was not fully sure. I saw a cluster of Vultures. As I came closer, they flew away. They must've feared something about me. I saw their black eyes, their evil. However, I knew they didn't like me. My life made them run. I looked down to where they were huddled. I saw a man's body. Ripped and tattered as easy a cloth drenched in red. I looked away. I knew that was going to be me soon... very soon. But I didn't care. Next, as I continued my walk, I saw almost a small village. The vultures surrounded it. They squacked. It sounded like a cackle in unison, like they were laughing at the huts. They were made of straw. I saw the doorless doorway and saw men, huddled into the backs of the huts. They kept pushing each other. Until one fell forward. The others kicked him out, harshly with their bare feet. They kicked him until he fell flat on the ground in front of the vultures. They attacked him. The screams pierced the silence. The other cowards ran back into their huts and continued their cruelty to one another. Making more as sacrifice. Something told me to go into one of the huts. I let my feet lead the way. I walked to a bare tree, and broke off a twig. I krept, slowly behind the vultures as they watched the village, and raised my hand with the sharp twig. I pierced it through the vulture and watch the black of it's eyes turn white. The vultures only watched. I must've angered them. They didn't attack me, but they swarmed the huts. Scream, after scream, after scream. All I heard was suffering. Why am I here? I walked away from the massacre of cowards. As I continued, I saw something. A light. Behind the mountains in the distance. The sun's light was intensifying. I felt happy for only a minute. I laughed. I knew I might be able to leave. What did I do? Why was I able to leave? I'm glad the opportunity came.
