The cool blues and greens of the thermo vision denoted the lay of the land, and the beacon flashed ever more brightly as you approached.
The uphill slog through the sand was harder than you'd imagined. the case heavy and your land legs hadn't quite returned to you after spending so much time in rough seas.
Your legs took some cajoling and over-encouragement to drag you up the beach and into the scrub of the dunes, especially after that freezing ice bath.
You were glad to have made it this far, the thought of your own bed and a steaming soycaf becoming an ever more realistic prospect as your final goal neared.
Something didn't feel right though, as you approached the beacon through the undulating dunes, an outline of a metahuman could be made out sitting on a deckchair next to it.
It's thermos flask next to it's right foot was still warm and glowing a nice red hue, but the outline of the person was a cool green, nowhere near warm enough to still be alive.
INT 3, Audio enhance 2, spatial 2 (6d6.hits(5)=2) Audio only including -1, dont worry about glitch as i rolled for youYou hear the grunt and growls of something inhuman exerting itself, the noise coming from the top of the sand dunes to your right, about 30-40 metres away