Staring out across the cold empty fields. As the moon shined bright it illuminated a few scraggly bushes further down in the landscape. The air was dry and cold. Thinking of crossing such a barren wasteland was unsettling in itself. The thought of making it across and surviving seemed pessimistic at best. There was something cinematic about the chill in both the air, and paralyzing fears of what could exist in the darkness. Even though there was little to be seen from miles you never feel alone in a place like this. Any time the wind whistles you feel the chill shoot down your spine. The slight rustling of a bush can cause an instant panic to creep in. This real life hell hole has the ability to break the toughest men in a matter of minutes. Many men have lost both mind and body on there voyage through.