To Kevin, the desert seemed endless. Ever since that man, that… Oh what was it? Right. Ever since Steve Carslberg had tossed him through that old oak door, the only thing the Voice had seen was endless dunes of sand. Not that he didn’t like the sand, but setting his eyes on something other than the grainy, shifting ground beneath his feet would have been nicely refreshing. His hand fished around in the pocket of his black trousers for a moment before he retrieved his bottle of StrexCorp mood regulating pills with a trembling hand. Well, that’s what the container would have been filled with, if he had any left. Tossing the empty bottle aside with a frustrated sigh, he adjusted his yellow suspenders and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his yellow bow tie still tied professionally under his shirt collar as he shuffled his way down one of the sandy hills. The smile was slowly melting off his face, his expression one of dismay as his vacant eyes searched the area around him for some sign of life. Nothing. Still Nothing. There was always nothing. He had begun feeling emotions that he couldn’t remember ever having experienced the sensation of before, his heart heavy with grief but his being hollow with loneliness as his devotion and loyalty to StrexCorp began to fade. There was only one thing that could save him now. Just one thing. His Smiling God.
