Chapter 155

A few days later.

The scorching sunlight poured down on the Badlands’ gravel flats. There were no trees or buildings to offer shade, only a bare sky with a few sickly-colored clouds. The heat bore straight down and then radiated back up from the earth onto everyone on it.

The wind was hot; it brought no relief. The vehicles’ metal skins were hot; they brought no cooling either. So people traveling long distances across the wastelands always wore loose, wide clothing to cover exposed skin and relied on the airflow from high-speed driving to carry away the stifling heat that instantly built up whenever they stopped.