Days passed.

In the stand storm they moved, Warwick in the front, the girls in the middle, Reid and Noha behind, paced so as to not lose sight of each other.

Their vision clouded by the dust and sand carried into air. The loud howling of the winds disorienting them.

Wrapped around the faces were a light strip of cloth to help filter the sand from the air that breathed in. And over their eyes to prevent blinding, even so the dust was thick and the wind harsh.

They had ventured into many storms the months they had been stranded on the sands. Each having their dangers. It was fortunate that none had lost their lives during those time. Each time their senses were dulled due to the winds and sands yet they persevered desperately trying to keep away of the surroundings veiled by the thick blanket of dust.

Not long had they wandered into the storm, moving in a straight line. Any mistake and they would be yet again displaced, keeping them further stranded on the sands.

Since entering the