Under the Sun
The desert is a hot place to be sure. The proliferation of the undead and their animal cronyism is all but certain as the sun in the sky. Heat stroke is the last thing I need testing my implacability when set upon by this protracted nominalization. I recall a pastor’s bible verse from back before this all began.
“I returned and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”
Please dear God, bring me out of this Antidisestablishmentarianism. It’s my 7th day and I don’t want to die.