Drone Operator Spots Stranded Ship in Desert, Then They Take A Look Inside

Foul smell in the air

The air smelled of dust, iron, and something stale and unfamiliar. Mark stepped beside Colin, scanning the deck with cautious eyes. “It’s even worse up here,” he muttered. The corroded metal crunched softly under their boots as they moved forward. The desert was always a silent place, but now it felt much more unsettling.