"You have got to be shitting me." Gabriel groaned. Oh, he kind of liked storms. He just didn't like sandstorms. Of all the natural weather phenomenon, this one, he felt, was exactly like Raphael: abrasive, oblivious, and never-endingly the same hour after hour.
He turned tail and ran for the crevasse, losing sight of his brothers as the wind picked up around him and threw sand around. It wasn't easy; he wasn't a very fast runner, and it wasn't long before there was an almighty stitch in his side and his chest burned.
Shit. Shit. This is why smart humans exercise in proportion to their sugar intake, you idiot.
The sand scoured his face; his eyes were protected by the goggles, but he held his arm up to protect the rest of it. He'd lost sight of the crevasse, and it felt like his heart jumped wildly all over his chest even without the exhaustion. Not just fear, but terror. He could do without it.
"Hey!" he shouted. Or rather screamed. The sand got in his mouth and he coughed. He had to be close to the crevasse; he just couldn't see it. He just needed a direction. "HEY!"
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He turned tail and ran for the crevasse, losing sight of his brothers as the wind picked up around him and threw sand around. It wasn't easy; he wasn't a very fast runner, and it wasn't long before there was an almighty stitch in his side and his chest burned.
Shit. Shit. This is why smart humans exercise in proportion to their sugar intake, you idiot.
The sand scoured his face; his eyes were protected by the goggles, but he held his arm up to protect the rest of it. He'd lost sight of the crevasse, and it felt like his heart jumped wildly all over his chest even without the exhaustion. Not just fear, but terror. He could do without it.
"Hey!" he shouted. Or rather screamed. The sand got in his mouth and he coughed. He had to be close to the crevasse; he just couldn't see it. He just needed a direction. "HEY!"