((Sorry for absence. Graduation party. Now I'm back.))
Desert of the wild is an inland desert, though the climate is generally hotter due to specific conditions of it's geography. ((Think Nevada-Utah-wise))
Harry BaldmanSearching around shows that the amount of food around is near to nothing. However, searching around turned out to be not a complete failure - you found an empty tin can in the sand. Skulking nearby, you found something more interesting and dreadful: that is a skeleton, half buried in sand. The sand moved by desert winds finished polishing of his bones recently. It looks like if it was shot in the back and fell on his front. He wore grey uniforms of prisoner. No weapons around him is found, no equipment as well. However, there is something thick in his pocket - it turns out to be a small, but thick envelope wrapped in some brown rag. The envelope is not sealed and there is no inscription on it. Inside, there is a letter written on a list of paper reminding patchwork - it looks glued from at least 16 pieces. It is folded several times to form the envelope.
Stranger who reads this, please save this letter. I'm dead, granted you're reading this.
I am Reed Procios. I'm charged with treason and I will be shot. I never wanted to kill anybody, and they are now killing me. I loved a girl. She was an elf. Neither my father, nor her liked that, of course. We promised each other that we will meet at the foot of the mountain and start a new life far away from here, where neither human nor elven prejudice would stop us. I could protect her, I hid my rifle in a place at the foot of the tallest mountain with a cross carved in stone. We thought we could live happily, but when they came here to cut through the mountain chain, as the government told, but they came not as workers, but as an army. Military companies I've never seen before, all in black, covered with steel plates. I don't know why. They forced nearby villages out of their homes, "until the work is done". They arrested me because I tried to protect an old couple who rented me the house they built long ago for their son to live with his family - but their son was drafted and died in War. Then, they tortured me to find out who I am and why I was here. I had no strength to withstand pain and told them everything. They were very busy with their "work" and threw me into a deep pit. They worked hard for five days straight, without a single stop - they brought electrical lighting to work at night. Then, at the break of dawn of the sixth day, the silence came. I felt something I cannot even describe, and then the sound came.
They used my pit as a trash disposal. I collected some blank paper scraps, poured liquid on them and pressed them together with broken bricks they threw in. I could hardly find a pen, so I used a nail and some of my own blood mixed with dust.
Tell Elia Layorea I loved her. For everything that matters for you, do it. Pass this to her. Don't harm her.
Meanwhile in the camp, people are filling themselves with canned food. Some like it hot, some preserve the fuel. Anyway, you all enjoy the meal while watching the sunset, looking forward to a pleasant night ride. Decimus spends his time by fixing something in his artificial leg - it is a bit rotten in the foot part. When he is satisfied with it's condition, he proceeds to cleaning his gun. And only after these procedures done, he grabs himself a can. The way he opens it is spectacular - he grabs it in an iron hand, holding it in a fist with his thumb on the top of the can, then pushes his thumb through the top until he tears the tin, then gets the can with the other hand and tears the tin top completely with his iron fingers, He doesn't pays much attention to his actions, like if he had done this plenty of times.
He keeps aside from the others, with his back against the truck.
Borkum, who was looking around in a search of the truck on which the girl was riding, sees a little figure approaching your camp. This figure turns out to be that very girl. ((She is approaching in hurry, running maybe, will be here in somewhere around twenty minutes.))
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Topic: New Age Mercenaries II: To the Wild (Read 16132 times)