The book is now available on gumroad and amazon for presale. Use code “presale” on gumroad for 30% off! 0.1.14 Blindfolded and utterly exhausted, Kaiya and her friends waited to hear their fate. The heavily modded truck was loud as shit and ran like hell over the barren red landscape. The truck had sand tires on, with smooth folds to grip. They kicked up sand in harsh torrents as it flew over the dunes. The caravan stopped a few times along the way. They heard men loading more cargo into the truck, squeezing them closer together after each stop as the truck filled up. At night, they’d be allowed to take their blindfolds off inside a tent, and were not allowed to leave. They ate, slept, ate again. The days blended together and they could remember nothing but the wind in their hair, the sand against their face coverings, and the obnoxious sound of an engine struggling over harsh terrain. By the end of the journey, they could feel the cool winds picking up. Refreshing despite the circumstances. They heard voices as they felt the ground shift from sand to something more solid. They crawled over a high bump at what sounded like a checkpoint. Their head covers were removed and they were roughly taken to a holding cell. This Hybrid colony had sentries posted on each egress and could see anything coming for miles from the top of their knoll. They saw the landing strip the planes had used to land and trade. They had the largest fleet of functional trucks Kaiya had ever seen running at one time. The colony itself was little more than a few scattered scrap metal buildings, covered with tin roofs placed oddly around modern habitation pods. The pods looked like they were from a different planet compared to the spartan buildings. It protected them from most of the sand storms but looked worn from being perpetually bombarded in the wind. Nearly everyone was a hybrid of some kind. Even those that first appeared unmodded would turn, only to reveal a device attached to their neck, or a transparent muscle. They were all heavily armed. The grunts loading and unloading the trucks looked like they were built just for that purpose and did so with their mechanised appendages much more efficiently than any human could. Inside the one of the tin roofed metal buildings was a small holding cell. The kids were roughly tossed inside, along with a hybrid who looked too drunk to know his own name.
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The book is now available on gumroad and amazon for presale. Use code “presale” on gumroad for 30% off! 0.1.14 Blindfolded and utterly exhausted, Kaiya and her friends waited to hear their fate. The heavily modded truck was loud as shit and ran like hell over the barren red landscape. The truck had sand tires on, with smooth folds to grip. They kicked up sand in harsh torrents as it flew over the dunes. The caravan stopped a few times along the way. They heard men loading more cargo into the truck, squeezing them closer together after each stop as the truck filled up. At night, they’d be allowed to take their blindfolds off inside a tent, and were not allowed to leave. They ate, slept, ate again. The days blended together and they could remember nothing but the wind in their hair, the sand against their face coverings, and the obnoxious sound of an engine struggling over harsh terrain. By the end of the journey, they could feel the cool winds picking up. Refreshing despite the circumstances. They heard voices as they felt the ground shift from sand to something more solid. They crawled over a high bump at what sounded like a checkpoint. Their head covers were removed and they were roughly taken to a holding cell. This Hybrid colony had sentries posted on each egress and could see anything coming for miles from the top of their knoll. They saw the landing strip the planes had used to land and trade. They had the largest fleet of functional trucks Kaiya had ever seen running at one time. The colony itself was little more than a few scattered scrap metal buildings, covered with tin roofs placed oddly around modern habitation pods. The pods looked like they were from a different planet compared to the spartan buildings. It protected them from most of the sand storms but looked worn from being perpetually bombarded in the wind. Nearly everyone was a hybrid of some kind. Even those that first appeared unmodded would turn, only to reveal a device attached to their neck, or a transparent muscle. They were all heavily armed. The grunts loading and unloading the trucks looked like they were built just for that purpose and did so with their mechanised appendages much more efficiently than any human could. Inside the one of the tin roofed metal buildings was a small holding cell. The kids were roughly tossed inside, along with a hybrid who looked too drunk to know his own name.