I was gasping for air; my throat was parched dry from the scorching sun.
A hot breeze swept over the sandy landscape, picking up a cloud of sand on the way.
I was lost, hopelessly lost.
I heard a scream of a desperate animal in the far distance.
My hair was matted and stained with my blood.
i placed my hand on the back of my head where I was wounded, I winced in pain and squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the pain to overpower my body and save me from this dead misery I call my life.
