The hills looked taller, and more darker in the shadows.
The sea was more rough and greener than yesterday, and the wind; it felt like whips, lashing out and striking my cheeks until they became beetroot red. Behind me, the poles that were holding down our tent that we were camping in, were almost coming out of the ground.
Little sand storms were forming on the beach, but it was deserted, infact no one else's tent was even in the camp ground.
Suddenly the air got extremely hot, and turning towards the hills, I realised why we were alone...
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