Zach, unsure of his statement, had a face of confusion flicker.

The man caught this, and elaborated.
"It`s my Ace in the hole, when (insert explicit word) hits the fan. There`s too many secrets to be revealed, especially those in my brain."

Zach left the edifice shortly after. The sun was beaming today, and the wind was a slight breeze. Without looking back, he sprinted on.

The time was hard to guess from the sun. The Sun had already reached its peak angle, and was descending.
Zach had difficulty traversing the dunes. As the shadows began to stretch even longer, his anxiety increased.

Peering on his map for the umpteenth time, weather played a cruel trick. A sudden gust snatched the map, his only hope for living.

Chasing after his lifeline, his attempts became futile quickly. The gust blustered evermore, and soon carried the document out of his vision.

The wind also picked up sand, and his visibility was reduced to nil. His thin clothing provided no mitigation(to lessen;provide peace) to the stinging stabs of sand particles.

The sandstorm proved too large to escape. As he ran around, sand quickly choked him. He staggered to the ground, heaving and coughing.

The sand trapped him, and the wind made it difficult to stand up.

One heroic effort by Zach finally finished him off. An unearthed stone lay behind him. The wind pushed him down. His head hit the stone, which knocked him out. A sense of Deja Vu popped up in his mind oncemore.