Chapter 89: The scavenger
The sun shone on the horizon and lazily went up bit by bit. The dazzling light was bright, and with this beacon of hope, cries, and grievances descended onto the nomads.
The desert made of rocks, sand, and dust was now covered in red; a disgusting red. Dead bodies were laid all over the area, and the few survivors had no choice but to gather them all.
A little girl with blond hair was there, crouching in front of a couple of corpses. She stared at the void, while tears were flowing down. She was now all alone.
A strong-looking man, twice as big as everyone else, was watching with a solemn expression at the dead woman in front of him. Sadness inhabited his mind. His fists were clenched, a sign of his powerlessness.
A young man walked around aimlessly, looking at the bodies. He was searching for someone, but he couldn't find her. He had already seen his father die in front of him, and now his mother was nowhere to be seen.