By now, the sun was hanging significantly in the sky.
The dry waste land with its golden sand looked like a heap of treasures when seen from afar.
It was indeed a beautiful sight, however, not all that was beautiful was actually beautiful.
These golden sands were peppered with creatures that hated any intruder on their sands or would not care less and immediately rushed for the meal to quench their own starvation.
The wastelands were the right definition of the beauty and yet splendid horror that was mother nature.
And yet, Lenny, Victor, and Moses walked along the sides of its jaws without a care in the world.
The reason they did not just follow through Bitter Street to get to their destination was because the attacks were just unending.
Even though the people of the bitter street could clearly see that no matter who attacked, they fainted ten feet from Victor and his small party as a result of Lenny's killing intent, they still tried again and again.
