lifeupacliff

Chapter 1 - The caravan master's boots left puffs of dust as he trudged through the dusty wasteland that was once the Vale of York. He was a shopkeeper once. Selling clothes in a small town. But then there was the climate shift. He pulled down the bandana that covered his mouth and took a sip from his canteen, the water was warm and brackish but it soothed his dust covered throat. He gave it to a small child to refil from the fog-collector. The only moisture in the wastland came from the sea mists that rolled down the valleys every morning. He couldnt remember the last time it rained.* He heard the chop of rotor blades in the distance, he lo