The Burial Part 1

He dug his hands into the bare, white sand and tightened his grip. The sand was hot, but not scorching. It was painful but he could take physical pain. There is a threshold for everything and that line has not been crossed yet. He pulled his hands out, damaged and broken. He felt a sharp, searing pain shoot up his arms and straight into his brain. He struggled to stand up and took several steps towards his goal. Moments later, his entire body was in shock. His muscles were seizing and his body became paralysed. With a loud thump, his rigid frame fell sideways onto the sand. His grip still tight, blood came trickling through his fingers, forming little red puddles in the sand.