The red sand burned my feet but I kept running. The main road was minutes away, so was the end. “Wait!” Someone yelled. I used to know them but in a minute I won’t. A rock had foiled my plans. I face planted. He grabbed at my every move, I thought I could escape him! “So, what lies ahead of you? Fool!” I couldn’t speak. Seconds away from the busy road I needed it all to end. I hurled myself closer… closer to the end… It was at my fingertips, water. The man ran as a police car went after him and I had found the end, of thirst.