Staring at the desert sand, Krita pulls on the strap of her water bottle. Before screwing the top off of her metal canteen, she grips the sides tightly between her fingers and shakes it from side to side, the measley sound of not-enough water sloshes within.

_If I drink now, I may run out before I have a chance to get where I’m going…_

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_But…_

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_Where… am I going?_

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The sun has been beaming down from above for so many hours that time is beginning to melt along with any coherent train of thought.

_What’s that?_

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A few clicks to the south looked like a small building with no glass in its windows and sand covering the ground.

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_It may not be the horizon but it’s promising and I need a bit of shade._

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Over the next 30 minutes, Krita dragged her feet along the hot sand that kicked into the air landing upon her hair and findings its way into every crevice of her comfort. She found sand within her shoes, her under garments, her eyes… sand was everywhere.

Krita makes it to the abandoned structure and collapses upon the ground enjoying the cool wind blowing in from the south side of the building.

_I made it…_