Zolomon continued to wonder. Who was this strange person that they found in the desert for no good reason? He was strange. He just sat there. Pretending to sleep. He was good at it too. A deceiver who claimed the name of the one he was looking for. He was not to be trusted.

        Zechariah did not trust Zolomon, Glory seemed alright and he just wanted to leave.

        There was only one problem: there was no door.

        There was no entrance, no windows, nothing. Yet, where was Glory? They somehow managed to get him in here but how would he get out? Better yet, how would he get out logically.

        "You're not asleep." Zechariah jumped. There she was, Glory, standing over him, right behind him. Zechariah grunted. "Oh do not be like that. I'm just back from getting water. Plus you almost killed Zolomon yesterday. Now normally I would be upset, but I'm willing to let it go. So is he. This time." She walked across the room to Zolomon who was still watching him.

        "Do you have an issue?" He was irritated by the attention, yet he was only greeted by silence. Zechariah grunted.

        "Hey, Zolomon, can we talk? Alone." And just like that, they were gone.

        "What do you want?" Zolomon asked Glory when they were alone. They had exited the room and went back outside to the desert.

        "Why do you think he's here?" She asked. She normally was not this suspicious, but Zechariah had made a mistake. "I mean, he just shows up in the middle of the desert, with no signs of food or water and is carrying a bottle with a chunk of ice in it. That's just strange."

        "So what do you expect? I don't trust him but I don't dislike him. I think--"

        "Zolomon, he almost killed you. What he did-- I don't want you to patronize him. He is clearly unstable and very dangerous."

        "No, you are wrong about that." Zolomon stated.

        "How?" she questioned him more. "You saw how quickly he reacted just to figure out how we got that name."

        "No, he's not unstable and dangerous. He's just dangerous." he concluded.

        "Alright, Zechariah, listen up." Zolomon tossed a bag at Zechariah's feet. Zechariah looked at him with suspicion. "We are going with you."

        Zechariah laughed. Loud and with vigor. He laughed as if it was the greatest joke he ever heard. "No, you aren't. Thank you for the supplies if that's what you want to hear, but you would do well not to follow me. You don't even know if I am going anywhere."

        "Oh come on, it's not like you needed to tell us. It was honestly fairly obvious. Why else would you be in the middle of the desert willingly if you did not have a final destination?"

        "Even still, you do not know where I am going."

        "Okay. And?" Glory pondered.

        "It will be dangerous," Zechariah stated, to which they shrugged, "goodbye." Zechariah started to walk away, looking for a way out of this room.

        "Hey, it's over here." Glory and Zolomon were standing in the same place, but behind them, there was a door where there previously was none.

        "I'll offer you a deal," Zolomon started, "If you can manage to get past me, then you can go alone. We will not follow."

        "HAHAHA! Seriously, after I nearly killed you, this is a very dumb thing to do." He dropped his bag and began to walk towards the door. He was planning to walk right past them easily, yet the simple does not exist.

        He was grabbed and pulled back, with so much force that he was slammed into the wall. Oh you have got to be kidding me. Zechariah lunged off the wall running towards Zolomon with full force. Zolomon was calm, he watched as Zechariah moved with rage towards him. He was full of hostility towards both Zolomon and Glory. Zechariah jumped up and pulled his hand back for a mighty punch. I'll end this with one hit. Zolomon saw through him. He slightly moved and grabbed the imminent arm and directed it smoothly towards the ground. There was enough force behind the movements that his fist was driven into the ground. Zechariah easily pulled his hand out the ground and tossed another punch out. Zolomon once again moved the direction of the fist. He pushed his fist up leaving Zechariah's side wide open. Zolomon delivered, with precision, a swift kick to his side. The combination of the upward force and the kick sent Zechariah back into the wall. The exact same place.

        Oh screw this. Zechariah began to vibrate violently. I'm going to kill him. He rushed towards Zolomon once more as a blur, but given the danger, Zolomon decided to be faster. This fight would now be decided on reaction time.

        Zechariah was exhausted, he was on the ground, the room was destroyed, and Zolomon was untouched. "Fine," He gave in, "but if you can't keep up, I won't wait for you." He stood up, grabbed his bag, and began to walk towards the door. They must have been underground because the ground sloped up as he walked. Next thing he knew, he was feeling sand under his feet. He continued to walk. I'm coming for you, Burning Man.