The sandy plains were rustling below in the dead of night with the wind howling non-stop. These golden plains stretched aimlessly and felt like they could go on forever…and ever. 

High above, the already dark grey clouds start to cover the luminous moon, barely leaving a crescent visible to the naked eye. But these eyes…the eyes of man determined to cross this vast, dangerous desert pared down to gaze at the weather and grunted as he continued to pilot the plane. 

“As expected, The sandstorm is nearing”

With an annoyed expression laying behind his helmet, the wind picks up, and stray sand blows past, making him even more annoyed. He couldn’t go on like this; flying the plane through the night with a sandstorm approaching. Even though he shouldn’t have, he still was determined enough to try. So, without second thought, and the propellers whirring, the experienced pilot decides to keep going, fully aware that what he is about to do would be considered dangerous, but since he had no care for things like that...as long as it is possible he believes that nothing will get in his way. 

With the moon covered, his view on the desert had gotten worse, pairing that with the non-stop wind it was clear that he would have some trouble. However he kept the plane whirring high in the air. After a second, squinting his eyes, he sees how close the sand storm is to him, and how it looks that this sandstorm would not let up. The sky grew darker, and the wind was getting heavier as the sand storm neared.

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The sand storm hits his aircraft, and everything around him suddenly feels cold and sharp. The man can hear the sand hit the sides of the plane as he tries to keep it steady in the air. 

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“argh!” he grits his teeth as his grip on the tiller tightens, still trying to navigate the storm.  | He squints his eyes once more feeling the full force of the storm. His heart races as in the distance in front of him he notices something bearing towards him. Upon getting closer, he can finally see the figure of it. Upon realizing what it was he sighs more annoyed than ever and tries to steer the plane to the right to avoid hitting it. However he is too late as…SMACK! It hits the windshield, startling him.

“dammit!”

 He quickly tries to recover from the impact, though the second he was distracted was the second that he messed up. 

He gulps some saliva, though he quickly notices something else wrong as he keeps getting bombarded by the sandy wind. 

Smack!

Jerking his head to his right to look over at where he heard the noise, his expression quickly changes to concern and annoyance once again as he finds his right wing to have been hit by a bird. Presumably similar to the one that hit his windshield. Though, just noticing it wasn’t enough as another sound catches his ear and he looks behind him to find…that he flew right into a flock of birds that had been flying away from the storm. Because of this, his plane had dents and scratches…but worst of all, it seems that one of them had hit his fuel tank and tail wing, rendering them useless now. As he just sees this it is already too late, as his plane had already started to descend and engine sound failures could be heard, quickly grabbing his attention as he spits out while cursing. 

“Crap…stupid birds!” he grits his teeth once again as he presses some buttons, but nothing works. Red lights start flashing in the cop pit that seem to be warning signs.

‘WARNING, WARNING’

‘ENGINE FAILURE’

‘WARNING’

‘WARNING’

It continues as now he is sweating whilst trying to stay calm. However, the plane just won’t listen and continues to spiral down towards the sandy deserts in the heart of the storm.

“Shit!” were his last words as he tried to lean back the tiller in hopes of steading the plane and making it stay in the air. His attempts were futile as after a minute…

‘BOOM!’ his plane crashed in the sand, nose down. Then…everything goes black. 

It would be expected that the pilot would have died when the plane crashed…Though it seems like luck really was on his side that night…more or less. He suddenly gets woken up by the sound of rattling. A rattling that is all too familiar with the man that hates them. 

Somehow, in the plane wreck, while the man's clothes had been ripped, and his headgear fell off, a rattlesnake had slithered into the cockpit and curled up near his shoulders and ear. Curious about the man that had disturbed its sleep and hiding place during the wretched sandstorm.