He'd walked for days across the desert. He was tired, hungry and thirty. He had begun hallucinating the previous afternoon when he'd seen first a pub and then an ice cream van. He wasn't fooled by them though - he knew you couldn't get a 99 anywhere in continental Africa. But the mind can sometimes play bizarre tricks on a person.
Now he saw the village.
At first he thought he was saved. Then he wondered why there was a village here, in the middle of the damned desert. It had to be a trick.
He continued towards it and it grew more real with every step.
As he arrived in the village he was aware that something was wrong. Sand had blown up against the houses and blocked doorways. Some of the windows were boarded up. It was evident that nobody lived her and hadn't done so for quite some time.
He looked towards the end of the village and saw the church. This building was in much better shape than the others.
The doors of the church flew open and a deep, unworldly bellow came from within.
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