"How long has it been now?" Gulimon moaned, as he dragged his feet along stroppily.
"5 minutes since the last time you asked" Renamon replied scornfully, unusually aggressive for her, but understandable nevertheless.
They both had been walking through barren wasteland for a seemingly long amount of time, a digital storm forced them out into the middle of nowhere. In the middle of a bleak, but scorching plain. Mesas of rock sprouted up from the landscape in various places, offering nothing more then a bit of reclusive shade.
Gulimon's pace slowed as his thoughts began to wander... to food, and bread, and peanut butter.
Just thinking about these wonderful things made him lick his lips in hunger, only to be brought back to reality by sand brushing against his feet, and the fact that however hard he tried, his thoughts would not become real..
"I'm so... so hungry!" Gulimon exclaimed and to punctuate the statement he fell on the ground. Uttering a groan, he quickly jumped up and yelped, "Ow, the sand is hot!"
"I suppose we should stop soon... At the next mesa we pass we can stop." Renamon said admittedly, letting out a sigh of defeat.
The mesa was not far, it only took a few minutes, the shade was oh-so cooling, compared to the harsh heat of the light.
Gulimon simply collapsed onto the floor, devoid of energy, he just laid there, face in the sand, at least it wasn't scorching.
The same befell Renamon, although rather then collapsing face first onto the sand, the sat down, using the red rock to lay against. She too felt the effects of the heat, being hungry, tired, and thirsty.
"That's MUCH better." Murmured Gulimon, although unclear due to his face being against the dusty ground, in fact, the ground was quite solid.
He lifted up his head, and much to his suprise, there was an object, half buried in the sand.
"Renamon, look!"
Renamon turned round, to see Gulimon digging up a shiny object.