annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the dusty terrain of the desert. The air was thick with an eerie silence, punctuated only by the occasional howl of a distant coyote. I trudged through the sand, my feet sinking into the soft dunes as I went in search of shelter from the coming night.
I had been traveling for days, ever since I left behind the bustling streets of Los Angeles in search of something more - or perhaps less. The city had become too much for me, with its endless noise and crowded streets. But here, out in the open, I felt a sense of freedom that I couldn't find anywhere else.
As I walked, the landscape around me shifted and changed, until I found myself standing at the edge of a small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood an old, dilapidated shack, its wooden boards weathered to a soft gray from years of exposure to the elements. I approached it cautiously, my hand on the grip of my gun as I pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside.
The interior was dimly lit, with only a small window high up on one wall letting in any natural light. But despite its cramped quarters, there was something about the place that felt... welcoming? Maybe it was just the fact that I had finally found shelter after so long without it, but whatever it was, it made me feel at ease.
I slumped down against a nearby pile
