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Chapter 3 by Quiet_Cool Quiet_Cool

What do you do?

Run to the oasis.

Thirst is getting the better of you, but more so is the desire to get away from the deadly little army that's forming at your feet.

Quickly, you hop into the air and start to run toward the trees and grass ahead. A few seconds later, you feel a pinch on your right ankle. You look down in time to see a small red object fall from inside your pantleg.

Shit! You think. One of them bit me!

You continue on, wondering if it was, definitely a scorpion. A few moments later, you reach the pool of water and kneel down to drink. You drink for alost a minute before your thirst is quenched, then settle back and rest, feeling refreshed...but only for a second. The world around you begins to swim, then fade. You fall backward, feeling extremely sick. In a few moments, you can no longer feel your arms or legs.

So, you think, this is what it's like to die. I would have thought it'd be more dramatic, a big crying scene with all my loved ones around, but if it has to be here, then I guess...

You don't have time to finish the thought.

What's next?

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