The sound of worn boots and fine sand made a noise under your feet, like old sandpaper sliding across wood. The sound had become so familiar it didn't even bother you at this point, but at one point it made you feel rage. For your stupidity for taking a wrong turn, letting your old car break down, and then having to wander through the desert after the roads were covered with sand... It all seemed like one unlucky dream. Just like... When its turning black... And... Why is the ground getting closer?...
You land on the searing sand with a thud. Feeling the sand burn your skin as your consciousness fades.
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