The desert climate was not unchanging.
By afternoon, a breeze had picked up.
But rather than cooling them down, it felt like a heater blowing straight at them.
Even the wind was hot in this damned place!
Stelle and March 7th were already short on water. With the wind blowing over them, they felt as though they were about to be dried out.
Worse still, the wind gradually grew stronger.
More and more fine dust floated through the air. The sunlight dimmed, and everything around them turned gray and hazy.
The air grew even drier, as though they were inside a giant oven.
Only one of the pickup truck's side windows was intact. Everything else, including the windshield, was broken.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Stelle stuck her head out the window and looked into the distance.
The wind howled, and the earth trembled!
On one side of the sky, a dark mass of sand and dust swept toward the other, like a sky-obscuring wall of sand collapsing toward them, or an army of thousands charging their way.
Sand and stones flew through the air, and dark dust filled the sky.
"Drive! Run!" Stelle shouted, ducking back into the truck!
"Do you know how to drive?" March 7th asked.
"At a time like this, you have to trust your instincts." Stelle gripped the steering wheel and pressed down with her foot. Her expression changed. "Why are there three pedals?"
"What's wrong?" March 7th asked, puzzled.
"I only know two pedals. One's the accelerator, and one's the brake. What's the other one?" Stelle was starting to feel unsure.
"I think we should try starting it first," March 7th reminded her quietly.
"You're right." Stelle nodded. "How do you start it?"
"You're asking me?" March 7th was dumbfounded.
"I've only