Desert

Jeremy came to a reluctant stop, surrounded by sand as far as the eye could see, and generally no idea where he was or where he was going. It had been hours since he had first entered the desert, tempted by he close looking ends of the sand, but he had quickly learned just how unwelcome he was in the sands. Even on easy mode, he suspected that if he came face to face with one of the creatures lurking in the sands unexpectedly, than he unquestionably would have been sent to the bathroom to clean up the results of the terror running down his cheek at the full panic of what just happened as he came near.

He wasn't sure if this was how all deserts were, but it certainly scared him to have to fight across. The sun was beating down on him, drawing out the sweat from Jeremy's body and quickly evaporating it, to keep him from being able to draw any benefits from it. There was nothing but heat and dryness in the air around Jeremy, sapping his strength and fortitude, and making him deeply regret having ever stepped foot on the sands.

The sand was no kinder to Jeremy then the air was. It was hot to the touch, which Jeremy could feel through his shoes, but that was only a small problem compared to the other thing that the sand was doing. The sand was thick and deep, shifting under Jeremy's feet, forcing him to slow down, which was good for little more than preventing you from getting where you needed to go. The muscles in his legs were working on full throttle, trying desperately to get David where he needed to be, but being unable to progress more than a couple feet at a time.

And something else must have been beneath the sand, swimming along like a fish in the water, causing ripples in the sand and preventing progress along the way. The way it displaced sand cause small slides, which plugged up what was left of small holes that might have been able to be used as landmarks or hints to shortcuts through the desert. They pushed up against Jeremy's legs as he walked, giving him small panic attacks or forcing him to freeze in place for extended periods of time, making him all the more vulnerable to the heat.

Jeremy could not remember why he had stepped foot into the desert in the first place - much less the positions of the items that he would have used as waymarkers along the way. The endless sands seemed to be swallowing him whole, an he felt like he was slowly wasting away into the brink.

He was beginning to seriously despise sand.