God's blessing remained!
No one was here.
No gang eyes watching, no rats lurking, no soldiers.
Just me and the endless desert.
Well, not entirely empty.
There were others here, but they weren't breathing.
Right.
I had made it.
No Man's Land.
The world here was different from any that I had seen.
A Hell on Fam Iblis.
The bodies came into view quickly.
The first one, sprawled on his back, looked as though a pack of jackals had toyed with him for sport.
His stomach was torn open, bloodied organs spilled onto the sand like overripe fruit crushed underfoot. Flies buzzed around his intestines, their hum the only sound in this forsaken place.
His face—what was left of it—was frozen in some final scream, his lips pulled back to expose teeth coated in sand and dried blood.
"F-Fuck."
I choked, bile rising in my throat.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to keep moving.
There were more bodies... more chances of finding something.
