not yet finished
The sky was an orangish grey, as it always becomes when duskfalls. Soon, within the hour, it would be dark. The rubble outside the broken window was the only scenery out there as far as the eye could see. The bleak yellow-orange sand dunes of the desert reflected the sun still. If someone was to be out there without some coverage on their body, they would soon have 3rd degree burns.
Inside the crubaling building, it was safe to remove the cloth face gards, hoods, and cloaks. The building only had one window, but the reflective sun shed plenty light into the single room. The wooden tables had long been decompsed, along with the chairs, and book shelves. Books layed in heaps all over the room. Some fell apart, some already rotted, ash's were other's fate, but a few were intact enough to read still.
Jimmy was squatting, looking at a pile of books and decomposed matter. He carefully picked up a book with a green cover, dark brown pages, and studied it for some time. Then he picked up a half decompsed book and studied that too. His light brown hair fell forward in his eyes, the natural golden streaks reflected the light from outside as he brushed his hair back out of his way.
With his steel blue eyes locked on the book he spoke to the others, "By the looks of it, the reason for the wood being completly decomposed, but the books not, is termites."