Aydam grabbed the leather bag of tobacco and rolled a medium-sized cigarette. He pulled a Zippo out of his pocket and lit the cigarette, puffing contently.
"I don't know... I can't hear anything over the sand, I can't smell anything... except the pups and you two." He took a drag off the cigarette. "I remember when these where five bucks a pack..."
"Good." John stands. "I'll be back." He puts on his goggles pulls his hood over his head and pulls up his mask. "I'll be back." He runs out into the storm and disappears.