Beads of sweat were forming on Baekhyun's forehead, due to the extreme heat of the sun blaring through the windows of the rattling bus. As he stared out through one of them, all he could see was sand, miles and miles of it. He had been in the bus for about roughly 8 hours, and the tan dunes had been surrounding him since he had left the airport. He was in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a burning hot sahara. Civilization was far behind him now, and the thought of having wifi was a laughable thing. There was no such thing called a flushing toilet, Baekhyun doubted they even HAD toilets, and toilet paper was just a myth in a place like this.

No turning back now