Chapter 4
The scent of sulfur thickened the air to an unbearable heaviness. It made the apple he was eating, his daily breakfast for the entire time he’d been stuck in this barren hellhole, nigh impossible to choke down, no matter how good it tasted. Haziel seemed bothered by the smell too, nose scrunched up in a disgusted wrinkle. They sat shoulder to shoulder in the opening to the little cave they’d found to spend the night in. It was barely more than pup tent size, but it worked. Now if Zeke could find a shower, that would make his day. The gritty red dust was everywhere—in his clothes and hair, on every inch of his skin. Ugh.
In the face of what lay in front of them, it was a minor complaint.
They watched the four-member patrol group scuttle, actually scuttle on creepy beetle legs,
