pitter-patter, drip-drop, and splatter.
Sitting up Zhen Wujia laid against the.. wall..? The wall of a bed! Wait a moment, where is the bed frame? scratch that, where is the bed?! Let's start from the beginning....
The dry heat splinters the earth, cracks form among the long dried soil and Zhen Wujia has no choice but to walk in this heat.
one foot infront of another, right, left, right, left....left, right..
Could it get any hotter? Zhen Wujia complains to the utterly unappealing dry cracked soil.
To think that but 8 years ago the current temperatures were but once in a 20 year phenomenon
At this moment there is nothing Zhen Wujia wouldn't give to live somewhere, as the sweat begins to trickle down like water into his eyes.
cooler...wetter...somewhere nice, and yet as he treaded on once more, right , left, left, right, left, right? Fate seemed to be quite cruel, as the heat finally got to Zhen Wujia's head, he fell face down in to the very ground he criticized.
SPLAT.
As the thin face Zhen Wujia carried was crushed into a million small pieces, he felt himself sinking. How does one even sink on dry ugly soil? The answer was unknown, and the soil was avenged as Zhen Wujia was finally lost consciousness.