I guess so...wait...what is that sound?

*Guessing that there was nobody around, John had decided that getting out of there would be a good option as his throat was beginning to get parched and he was feeling the effects of heat stroke. He turned around to head back towards the carts and gestured to the three women who had followed him to do the same.*

*He took no more than 4 steps before he heard something other than the wind. It was soft at first, so soft that he was sure that his ears were playing tricks on him and that the sound was the wind. However, after taking a couple more steps, it was obvious that it actually was not the wind, but the sound of an engine rumbling. John stood there for a moment, looking around, but still seeing nothing.*

*The sound grew in volume, and very soon John felt the sand shift as if someone was shaking the sand, making it even harder for John and company to keep their balance. John looked around once more and noticed that there was a hulking machine that was making their way towards the village. The machine ran on those wide threads you would find on a tank, and as such would not sink even on sand.*

*The machine shot past the party and came to a stop about 400 meters away from where they were standing, or rather, partially buried. A hatch opened at the back of the machine and no less than 4 dozen women of varying ages hopped out. There were some that were as young as what seems to be 5 years old, all the way to a wizened looking lady in her late 80s. The women approached cautiously as they felt insecure in seeing a man, when all men should have been wiped out, but felt safe enough seeing that there were 3 women with him.*