1236 Torture (2/2)

The men were either topless or only with their singlets on, while the two ladies have also taken off their sun-protective clothing and only had their sports bra on. No one gave too much attention to them. Even though they say that lust comes after satisfying basic needs, it's too hot to think about anything sexual now.

The weather is too harsh and most of them don't have much appetite, forcing themselves to eat something before scattering to do their own things.

Some of them are reading novels on their kindles, some watching videos on their tablets, some gathering together to play poker, while some closed their eyes for a short rest. But, with how hot it is, everyone felt like vegetables being left out in the sun to sun dry, and it's hard to fully calm down.

There's no wind at all, not even a sherd. The air is completely still. The sand would fall straight down if you grabbed a bunch and let it stream through the gaps of your fingers. Everyone's internally cursing the damned weather, wishing for someone that could shoot the sun down with an arrow.

Zhang Zian brought a small fan that could be powered with a powerbank, and could just barely enjoy bouts of hot wind.

On the inflatable mat, Fina occupied the space closest to the small fan, Famous lied down in the middle with it's tongue hanging out, and Zhang Zian could only sit furthest away, barely any wind at this distance.

Of course, he still has his buddy Richard, perched on his shoulder nearer to the fan, its wings wide open to cool down, much like a statue.

The sun seemed to be drawn into the sky, everyone anticipating it to start dipping towards the west, but it's barely moving.

Resting in the desert while it's nearly 60 degrees celcius, it's barely resting at all. Only the cars have any reprive, this is another form of torture for the humans.

Time slowly passes, and the sun surely sets.

At three in the afternoon, the sunlight has already dipped so much that it could shine directly onto the cars and people within the shelter, so Peter Lee gave orders to start leaving again.

Everyone wore back their sweat-logged clothes, keeping the white cloth and frames sluggishly. No one spoke, merely obeying the orders given to the,.

It's already hard to handle the Sahara Desert in the midst of winter. With it being the peak of summer now, it's even more unbearable. One day under the sun could melt even the toughest metals.