The Nameless Nomad

I have been walking for I think a week now in the desert here. I haven't found the end of this ocean of sand. I can't remember passing any other buildings that I can remember at all. It's so hot that I am pretty sure that my water bottle has melted a bit, but at least it is still useable. I can't fully remember how I managed to find water outside of a ton of digging. Lot's of fucking digging. I swear that the sweating has caused my vision to become damaged and I think my goggles have melted to my forehead.

These thoughts are crowding my mind and pushing out others for the time being. I could think of nothing, but how hot it was or how miserable I felt. That was until I heard an animal scream from the sky. It was hard to tell where it was coming from no matter where my eyes went. That was until my eyes landed on a silhouette on the horizon. My heart dropped into my stomach. Panic replaced all thoughts of how uncomfortable I was. Everything has turned into survival.

I pulled my rifle off my shoulder and laid against the sand to take aim. Whatever it was seemed to be coming at me fast. I tried to push past the pain that I felt as the sand burned into my skin. I took a deep breathe and slowly pulled the trigger. I could see the bullet hit whatever it was knocking away, rock? Fuck.

My situation was worse than I could have imagined. I was being attacked by one of those Harpy things that I heard about on the radio. It was one of the few monsters that they managed to tell people about before the air went dead. They had been considered the most dangerous monsters because of their armor and their speed. I pulled back the bolt and slammed it forward as fast as I could do it. The only problem was that when I went to take aim, it was gone.

How could it already be gone?

The question repeated over and over in my mind until another scream came. I looked up to where it came from and it was hovering about me. It's face was blank aside from an eye peering from a crack where my bullet had impacted with the monster. I don't know what to do now. If I pulled my rifle up I would be fast enough to pull the trigger before dying right here and now.

It stared down at me with no clear look on its face, but the eye. It was something else. It was filled with a hunger, no a fury. A fury that was pointed at me like I was harmless prey that had caused it some sort of anger. It just looking at me seemed to take away my ability to move. I don't think anything could ever make me as scared as this thing does.

It started to charge down at me allowing only second for me to roll out of the way. I dropped my rifle but I didn't notice right away. The Harpy was approaching by foot and I had no choice. The knife was on my left hip. The knife I forgot that I had brought with me. My last weapon.

I pulled it out and charged at the Harpy as it let out a scream in response. I felt my blade chip at the obsidian that covered the monsters body as its wing wrapped around me. I didn't know it, but this was the end as many spike stabbed into my back. As my blood dripped down my body my eyes fell on the sharp smile that my own knife carved onto its face. Paired with that fucking eye. I think that will be stuck in my dreams forever.

The knife fell to the ground with a soft noise as it hit the sand. My ears started ringing as the sun seemed to take over my vision. The wings seemed move allowing my body to fall to the sand with no sound as my hearing was nothing but ringing now. The sun faded away to pure darkness. My body seemed to be weightless now.

I this the end?