Sand Worm

It is the fifth day, and we are making a good time; we have left the camp an hour after midnight by morning, made a good time toward our destination, and wouldn't have any problem reaching the fifth mid-point by six or even before that.

It is eight and a half in the morning, and we have begun to slow down our fast pace as the sun begins to burn over us.

We have constantly walking for the past four days, but despite that, the sun still felt like hell, and I wanted to just stop, but that was not going to happen. If I really wanted to stay, I should have stayed in the safe zone.

Though I am saying I wanted to stop, and I really do, I will not, even if things get harder than they already are, especially now when I have already finished more than half of the challenge. There are less than three days remaining; I will bear it.

Another few minutes passed when I suddenly stopped; I began to feel danger, and it intensified by the second.