“It is so hot every inch of my skin feels like it’s on fire, even inside Zhukov’s water bar. One hundred and ten degrees and it’s barely past morning. They say fresh water will run out by the end of the week.
Already some of the local kids, their dark eyes wild with dehydration, are starting to gather silently around the entrance to the bar. There are more every day, ever since they lost their jobs in the Zone. Their coathanger bodies hunch on the unpaved streets, pressed into what little shade the thin canvas awnings provide. Their limbs look as gaunt as the dead trees that shoot out of the hard, red earth.
Another bad day in the Badlands. Is there any other kind?” – Parched
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