Half hidden by the long shadows of the setting sun a naked body full of blisters, reeking from desert heat, crawling up the sandy hills overlooking the tiny village. Hulking the body climbs to its feet, stretching scorched arms, like twisted twigs from a dying tree, to the skies. His head is thrown back and with a broken voice he roars;
”You are all going to burn!” the maddened roar echoes far over the sand and just as it is about to fade it is exchanged to a maddened laughter.
Seconds later, the shape on the dune has disappeared with its dreaded message.