The Field

Who: Andy and Rae
Where: The edge of the Oasis treeline
When: Shortly after dawn
What: Arriving

Andy rolled over and got a mouth and nose full of fine, cool sand. Sputtering and choking, he shoved himself up away from the unfamiliar...earth? Where was his bed? He groggily looked left and right. This was not his bedroom.

Wiping at the sand that had stuck to the drool track on his cheek, Andy Clark tried to get his brain to wake up enough to understand. Sand. Sand everywhere. He seemed to be in a sort of...sand bowl. It was dark, and cold. His teeth chattered as he pulled his blanket back around his shoulders.

“What the Hell, guys...” he said, petulantly. It had to be a joke, right? There had to be college friends or colleagues from the office lurking just over that dune, right? Right?! “Guys?!”

He pulled his long chicken legs in, his bony knees drawing to his chest. Was he imagining that he felt a vibration. A clod of sand poured away from the dune directly across from him. Andy’s eyes widened as a sound - sheeeeeeshhhhhhshhhhhh - seemed to fill the bowl of sand he found himself in. There was something...in the sand, moving.

( Sand Monsters, Deadly Monkeys and Flesh Eating Fish! )