Chapter 4 by Moron

What's next?

but to wander the dunes

Although naked, terrified, and sick as a dog, Natalie knew her only hope of survival was to search for any nearby people or civilization. She stumbled forwards, quickly falling flat on her face, before picking herself up again. “Ugh, Im NEVER partying again. Fuck this.” she grumbled, wiping the excess sand and sweat off her face.

Natalie stumbled across the sun scorched sands for what seemed like hours. She had nothing to shield herself from the blistering sun, so she simply had to accept the hot red tan she was getting.

As the day went on, the heat became more painfully unbearable. Natalie was literally drenched in sweat and half tempted to slurp it off her body for hydration.

Eventually, after nearly half a day of stumbling through the desert, the lost party girl spotted what looked like a truck over on the horizon.

“OHMYGOD!!! IMNOTGONNATODIE!!!”

Mustering whatever strength she could, Natalie rushed to the truck. “Please don’t be a mirage, please don’t be a mirage!”