Chapter 116

Dust seeped in his white vans, sticking in gap in the toes courtesy of sweat. What was more prissy? That his vans now were hue yellow or that he was walking with a block of dust inside them? No. Curse the sweat. His tie-dye t-shirt hung on his shoulder, he had twisted, wind dried the thing but it was not ready to part with his sweat. It had been six hours since the incident. If the night could be so hot, he dreaded the day to come.

Evan's back slumbered against the tree. This expanse of forest land was so different from home. He never thought he'd think it, much less so soon, but he prefered thick trees, canopies and tall ravenous mountains to desert. Never would he beg for operations so far away from home. In grand scheme of things, his parents would be happy he was calling Half Moon territory his home again, right? So they'd have to listen to him.

He got up after few minutes' rest. There was a highway, of course there was, that led to nowhere. He had asked a passerby for some help