You dart off to a random direction

I'm not playing this game! you think to yourself. Gagged and your arms locked behind you, you make for the dunes at a random direction. And you keep walking.

Losing sight of the town, yet also without destination.

You keep going for hours. Against the sun. The thirst. The hunger. You have to go on until you find a place you are safe. You know that. But your strength is waning, and there is nothing you can do about your body's own limits.

You have to keep going, Adelyn, you think to yourself.

You have to keep going...

You have to keep going...

You have to keep going...

In the end, you collapse in the sand like a log, your mind fading into blackness.