Another day...

You have your backpack hauled over your shoulder as you continue to walk north towards the Syndicate. The noon day sun is beating down on you hard as you really have no place to rest at all, there are no taller trees, no mountains, no patches of shade to rest on as you keep walking.

You stop walking, sitting down on a rock in the sand. You pull open your bag and pull out a giant pouch of water, gulping down sip after sip. If you don't get to the Syndicate soon enough you'll probably just die due to dehydration. You do your best to cover your body, you wrap a wet piece of cloth around your head which helps a ton, you make sure every inch of skin is covered by some type of protection. "Fucking desert..." you mumble "Why the hell would anybody ever live out here..."

It made sense though. Almost no kingdom at all could attack into the Syndicate without bringing tons upon tons of water. They lived out in the middle of the desert surrounded by the many oasis's. The Syndicate breathed their life by those flowing rivers of liquid gold. Without that gift from the heavens, there is no way any person could live out here at all.

You kneel down in the blazing sun, opening up your bag, seeing you only have about a gallon of water left. You know you can't make it much farther at all. "Come on..." you grumble as you close your bag up, continuing to march to the North.