The steam got thicker and thicker as she got closer. A man stood out of the cottage, he had a long and beard, his clothes had holes and rips in it, his jeans that he wore looked like shorts. Overall his hygiene was very bad. When she asked who he was he said absolutely nothing, he walked into his cottage and shut the door. All she could think of was water, the crystal blue water and her saliva started to dry up, from the suns hot rays. Images started to appear it seemed to be a city, a deserted city. The windows were smashed doors creaked and the buildings seem to tip over, scared and alone she crept closer and closer to the city. Creatures came out of buildings they had six legs, with a horn on its head, the gang off (mutated creatures ) charges at her.
Swirls started forming again. It felt like a shuttle shaking left to right she felt sick, she was home. Home sweet home.
