Follow the Setting Sun
As your aching feet carry you on you notice in the distance the sparkle of a stream. You thank whatever force sent you in this direction. Your throat is dry and cracked. The taste in your mouth is very much like a combination of dirt, dust, and tarnished metal.
You walk on as fast as you can. You are excited. Your heart clammers in your chest. You can hear it beating there. You try to remember something on periodical basis, performing a brain scan; a mental relection every five minutes. Trying to remember who or where you are. Or when the last time it was that you consummed any fluids.
It feels as though you've been without water for a day or two. And you know that you should try to wash some of the grime off of your cuts.
You have no idea where you are or who you are. One thing you do know is that you are tired. With nothing else to follow you walk on toward the faint rays of ruddy light that are the setting sun.
