The heat was slowing each stride and the sinking of the steps made it even more difficult making the next.
- I had this girl once, pretty one and so understanding.
- So? Why didn’t you marry?
- I wasn’t looking for that, you know how youngsters are.
- And you just lied to her. – The question was clear enough. Anyway why waste energy on it but it’s not like they will need it.
The hot air was pushed as wind blew in their faces, being just as hot giving relief and suffering together. It was 5 days of this walking hell, sand everywhere. Blinding sun and then freezing cold. Naver even saw snow falling from the sky on the 3rd, he was sure he lost it or maybe dreamed. The base had to be near, but you can’t really know if the sun is your only compass in the endless series of ever changing dunes.
- At least we had some fun. What did you do? Joined the army and became the perfect tool.
The day was done and the mocking sun went down to rest. They couldn’t. After the short break to enjoy the cooling effect the desert was turning harsh again. To keep warm they had to move. Staying put and being a well-rested hostage was still not that appealing to either of them. Naver stared at the faded A on the old man’s chest. Avalanche, how ironic the word didn’t bring any comfort now.
- I didn’t make anyone cry. – stated in the silent moment the young man as he stood up to continue.
- Oh didn’t you? What do you think we’ve been doing here? – smirked the soldier.
It was pointless getting angry at whatever was said. Did he even have the strength to grunt in answer?

Another scorching sun was blazing upon the waste. The density of their bones did not aid them on this planet. Luck seemed to copy this place’s gravity. Nobody was chasing them by now, any fool could foresee their chances of surviving even if they found the base. There was no life that crossed their path. All stone dead.

Breaths were heavy as sweat was running under the battle gear like river. They were all the same. The dunes were taking them. The enormous rifle of the captain was dragging in the sand.
Legs beneath them were weakened, Naver began to crawl. Stopped and turned to lean on the side of the dune.
- The angel of death is upon us. – He breathed out signaling defeat. – You should’ve stayed in the city old man. With your girl and became a captain in the council.
- Ha, that hole crawling with people, – he stood over Naver but gave up and fell forward. – I prefer it here kid, even dying.



Joined December 2010

  • Artist
  • Artwork Comments 1

Artist's Description

Just a scene that was on my mind. Two soldiers of a unit trying to reach their base in the unforgiving environment of another planet.

Artwork Comments

  • artandwriting
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.