Cole, Snider, and Antadisma trekked through the treacherous desert. The hard sand covered and surrounded them on their path. If it weren't for the gear they wore, their flesh would have been ripped apart by the razor-sharp texture of the sand or blinded by the dust spiraling in the air.
From the ushankas on their heads to the goggles on their eyes and the thick, cloak-like drapes hanging from their necks to the ground, every piece of attire contributed to withstanding the hellish sands.
Throughout the journey, Antadisma kept grinding her teeth as she gave Cole sharp stares, while Snider gave her a warning look to prevent something unpleasant from unfolding.
Cole, however, had problems of his own. Sant Flores temporarily aside, Cole found it difficult to stomach the reality of where the journey ended.
None other than Leon!
