As the Night Approached

The heat was blistering; the sun was opposite his face and seemed as if it was a stone’s throw away. He needed a drop, though surely it could do no good to his parched skin and insatiable thirst.
He could still hear the blasts and rattles in the distance, apparently in the distance.
Devoid of other senses he was. Once he had made some vain efforts to move his body but it was as if a curse had stuck him to the dust beneath him.
Just a peak of a mountain was discernable since he couldn’t even turn his face. The mountain and the sky had turned into darkness for the intense dazzling light of the sun which was constantly making him break into cold sweat.
Once his endeavor to utter a yell was stifled by the scream of a missile, which crossed his sight towards that mountain.
Despite the heat that had bothered him, now the cold was overpowering him. He was soaked with sweat and everything was getting darker.
Remembering the reason why that stray bullet had made its way through his life, night overcame him.