After days of wandering through winding canyons,and traversing undergound streams, I began to notice strange writing on the canyon walls. The pounding of native drums began to echo and grow louder. Soon tourch light began to radiate from the dark passages on all sides; a thousand barbaric warriors were approaching from all directions.
Wandering in the Wasteland.
After my escape from the cave dwellers, I left the sanctuary of the canyons, for the blistering heat of the dessert. The great Sonoran winds, with their hot, dry blasts continuously tried to suck the life from my aching body. Hallucinations of watering holes and swimming pools encourage me to go on. The canteen is almost empty. My only companions are the circling vultures, waiting for me to drop so they can feast on my carcass. I will not give them the satisfaction.After crossing the great sand dunes I encountered a party of rouge warriors resting in a cluster of thick desert vegitation. We decided there was safety in numbers and joined forces. After several miles of hiking through the dry desert scrub we entered a cacti forest. As Dusk came and went we had traveled deeper into this jungle of thorns. Soon we found ourselves englufed in complete darkness with sharp prickly, barbed spines attached to our clothing and burrowing into our skin. Completely surrounded by these blood sucking plants, we began to hack out a path to freedom. Sasha, our Amazon archer had taken several spines in the foot. She had to be carried out. We retreated to safe ground and began the process of extraction.
