Today's OneWord: Farmers
"The farmers," whispered Orlov. "They're..." He trailed off, his eyes listlessly straying from one side of the plain to the other. Everything was dry and dead. Those cultivators who remained...well, they didn't appear human anymore. Their skin was burned to a near crisp, more baked than smooth. They continued to mindlessly till at the earth. But there was nothing growing there to warrant it.