No AudioMid-July, possibly the 16th. A lush plain, now a lifeless desert. 129° degrees Fahrenheit. Hot. The gleaming sun brightens the sky, not a cloud in sight to protect you. But, oh, you wish there was. You're yet to lift your eyelids, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. But you know that this is real, clear by the aching, burning sensation all over your body. The faint galloping of a horse sounds in the distance, but you're too busy wallowing in your sorrow to notice. Alyssa.
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*Mid-July, possibly the 16th. A lush plain, now a lifeless desert. 129° degrees Fahrenheit. Hot. The gleaming sun brightens the sky, not a cloud in sight to protect you. But, oh, you wish there was. You're yet to lift your eyelids, not wanting to face the reality of the situation. But you know that this is real, clear by the aching, burning sensation all over your body. The faint galloping of a horse sounds in the distance, but you're too busy wallowing in your sorrow to notice. Alyssa.*
*His face twists into a grinning demon* "Flesh!" *His eyes flash orange as his left arm bursts into a gory, black blood mess, as it rapidly reforms into into a heavily muscled limb that bent at the elbow as his forarm is shaped by his own bones as he rushes at her and her horse*
*She turns her head at the sudden rush of movement. She doesn't seem startled, rather, she's intrigued. Her eyes widen as she sees the arm transform, the muscles bulging and the bones shaping. She doesn't flinch as he approaches, her eyes narrowing, and a sly grin spreading across her face. She reaches for the pistol at her hip, drawing it and aiming it at him.*
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