29 July 2012
I must have been walking for hours. My skin cracked and burned, my tongue dry, and scratching the surface of my lips, while I search for any sweat I have left. I had walked on for the fields only to find a horizon of desert. The ground erupting with cracks, no soul in sight. No food, water or safe place. I continue on, just out of hope for an oasis. I doubt I will find one, if there is, it's miles away, I'll be dead by then... But I came to escape death, I have to make it, I can't die before the fallen, they are watching now. I begin to sprint in desperation, only to fall. I can't get up. I panic, sprawling out my limbs in a frenzy. I begin to empty my stomach. Only dust. Only dust, I look up, someone out there, please help me now. I realise I should have stayed in the fields. Oh no, I puke again. Floods of water spill out, I plunge my face in, gulping it. Someone is out there, and they want me to survive. I owe so much, I hope I'm not in their debt.
Watchers Fall 2 • Opuss № I