He feels like he's walked forever. Maybe he has. Time seems to be blurring for him, the sun in the sky the only real way for him to track such things. He sighs, staring out at the nothingness as he wanders. He's vaguely aware that he's thirsty, hoping to find someone or somewhere soon. While the covering he's wearing is heavy, he's grateful for the hood and the ability to shield himself from the sun. He'd rather sweat than burn.

Coming over a dune, he glances at the horizon below. His eyes narrow, staring at the little settlement. It looks old, like it's worn down and vacant. He doubts that anyone lives there anymore, but perhaps there is access to water somehow. He shakes his head slowly as he pads closer, his feet feeling heavy in the sand.

Seeing someone from behind, he coughs to get their attention. "Hello," he calls out to her, his voice broken and rough.