People complain about living in the Badlands, I guess I understand why. These lands are harsh with sandstorm on the regular. It's not like we can stop it, the wildlife causes alot of it. We still suffer after almost three thousand years from our ancestors mistakes. The wildlife has changed since I was a kid even. There are new animals and things being brought back to our settlement on a regular basis now. Nothing is ever what it once was.


The only consistent thing in our lives is our names. People die all the time of horrific ways. I also know that only so many of us will ever live to see thirty years old. I am only nineteen. Most are lucky to make it to twenty-five. There are many people who die, just trying to make it possible to live.


My name is Etha. I find it annoying but, it's supposed to be something significant. I was always told it was some special hero from an old world story. I can't ever be sure. I wish I could say I have my own family and people I can count on, but they all have died. The last one was my father, last year. I still come to tears when he is mentioned. The loss is hard to handle. He was the reason I lived so long already. Since he has died, I have been trying to make a living myself so I might live.


Food here is hard to come by. we all are trying to simply feed ourselves, though daily it seems the street has a new body to bury. these times are hard and Grim. I have to admit that these are just the normal daily issues.


Our settlement, Basha, has been nearly swept away by dusty towing twisters taller than any structure I have seen. Within an hour our settlement has seen such destruction it cannot be even explained. Half of our settlement on average gets killed with each of those. Thankfully, they don't happen often.


Basha has ties to the trade in the east, where the Yular region lays. It is said that the food is plenty there because of the ocean providing many of creatures to hunt. Yular is a very well off region although far away from Basha. It takes almost a week of walking, if your not hiding or running away from things that can kill you in an instant, like the mutants or marasas. The beings of rumor in town are never questioned as alot of us refuse to leave here when we come in. the ones born here, hardly ever leave.


It seems like our future is bleak but, we keep hoping that we will surpass the mutations of the old world and find a way to live prosperously. If the old world had not been destroyed by a war, we all could see what they lived like. Huge structures stick from within the sands of the Badlands. In some places, you can even see places of which the old world people had taken shelter. Although, I admit that is speculation of the general population.


Everyone in Basha lives in a shack made up of mud and metal, that we dug up from the sands. Each home is pretty strong, although if we make one mistake, the whole place will fall if a desert twister hits us.


Most of us live in fear because of all the unknown things of the Badlands. We all know the risks if we go alone into them. we all avoid leaving because of the monster's that await out there. Some travel with swords and guns, make it to twenty-five. there are many people who die for just trying to make it possible to live.


Basha has ties to the trade in the east, where the Yular region lays. it is said that the food is plenty there because of the ocean providing many of creatures to hunt. Yular is a very well off region although far away from Basha. it takes almost a week of walking, if your not hiding or running away from things that can kill you in an instant, like the Mutants or Mastaras. The beings of rumor in town are never questioned as alot of us refuse to leave here when we come in. The ones born here, hardly ever leave.


Everyone in Basha lives in a shack made up of mud and metal that we dug up from the sands. each home is pretty strong, although if we make one mistake, the whole place will fall if a desert twister hits us.


We all avoid leaving because of the monster's that await out there. some travel with swords and guns, however they eventually end up never returning eventually too. I can't help but wish for better of this world. perhaps we just need the right person to show us the best of the world's offerings. If only we could have a safe place in all truth.


What if there is a way to make one? A true safe spot. never hear of it. Maybe that's the answer for humanity to bounce back!