The hardest thing about leaving the mountains is the sweltering heat. The pulsating rays from the sun burn though his shirt uncomfortably leaving him in a pool of sweat that drips along his back and leaves him with two large sweat stains under his underarms. As he walks he roughly kicks up the sand that bulls his shoes under and drags a dust cloud with him. He sneezes lowly to himself and shakes his head as the dust settles onto his glasses. His shoulders sag and his steps are heavy with weariness as he slowly moves along the barren landscape. He glances around him and sighs softly to himself, his lungs burning from breathing in the constant clouds of dust and grit, and squints his eyes towards the North. He notes with an unwelcome sense of dread that it's nothing, but mounds and mounds of yellow sand- if you count the blurry looking telephone things that sticks out like a sore thumb. He glances backwards to look at his steps and sees with a slight satisfaction that his tracks are already covered up with the ever moving sand that blows and twists in the wind. He notes to himself that it almost look like water. Water that some kid has pissed in, and continues forward. His feet throb and his skin itches as the heavy clothing sticks to him, it makes him wish for the baths his mother used to give him when he was young... As he walks he feels the heavy weight of the gun in his pocket. A 22-revolver that fits perfectly inside the palm of hand, as he thinks back to the gold inscription and remember the heavy dose of Holy Water that the priest put on it to ensure his safety. The gun is like a sword to him, it's an extension of his arm. If you count that arm to shoot silver bullets at a respectable distance. He smiles to himself as he remembers the ugly and twisted faces of his enemies. The dark eyes and mouths filled to the brim with blood and torn flesh as they growled at him. Arrogance tells him that he's the best, but common sense tells him that he should mind himself. He shrugs as he decided to carry on with his task. Hell, he forgot the name of the damned beast anyway.