traces

Streaks of sunlight shine through, waking me from deep slumber; continuing to retrace footsteps back to base.

I clutch onto the almost unrecognizable map.

Tattered and torn.

Endless groans etched with hunger and hopelessness leave my dry, parched lips.

Broken and worn.

My jumbled thoughts and sloppy footsteps lead me to battle without armory.

Weak and forlorn.

But the chaos slowly drowns, with sounds of waves crashing against parched land.

My eyes widen as I push the blade deeper into the wound, hope finally coming to light.

I eye recognizable traces of human.