Stomp on it

With a growl, you bring your foot down with enough **** to drive the spiked heel of your shoe straight through the wretched creature. Unsurprisingly murdering the local wildlife doesn’t make you feel any better. You kick the bloody remains into the ditch and return to your long weary trek. Your feet ache and your smooth skin is blistering in the sun. Your outfit, while undoubtedly stylish, is not at all practical for hiking through the desert.

After another few hundred yards you stop again leaning against a wooden fence as you scan the empty road in the hope of a ride.

Being stranded in the middle of nowhere certainly wasn’t on your do list for today. If only you hadn’t gone to that…