The dryness hit me first, the pure agony of my skin feeling aflame and my mouth so thirsty I would have settled for a bead of sweat on my tongue. I tried to open my eyes the pure struggle brought me to a new part of my agony, my eyelids felt trapped, holding together for fear of the open world. My eyes eventually trusted my plea and flung open, they hurt immediately but I struggled to keep them open as I looked around. Sand at my feet, clothes covered in dust, I looked at my hands only to see red everywhere. I felt around my body if there was a wound I would find it. No wound, just more blood. I looked around again; there was a rag and a bottle of water. I dove for the water and drank as much as possible. No wait don't. Save it for later, I knew I had to but it hurt not to finish the bottle instantly. As I pulled the bottle away I twisted it around and looked as the water beaded down the side, I had half a bottle left, I picked up the rag and wiped the blood and sweat off of myself and then proceeded to stand. My legs were weak and I understand I must have been attempting to stand for a long time. After my fourth fall to the ground I gained my hold on gravity and lifted myself up and began to move my feet, I stumbled along looking everywhere to see which direction would make the most sense. I had no idea where I was, what I was doing or who I was.

I didn't know who I was, I hadn't put the effort into focusing on this earlier but I just couldn't put a name to my face or even what my face had looked like. My hands were big, my hair was shorter but a bit shaggy, and I could tell I was tall and obviously a male. But the more I tried to think about it the more I found myself at a loss. What did I do for a living, where did I live I couldn't even picture the world around me clearly? Something was wrong, whether it was due to my sleep in the desert or the blood on my hands, something had happened.

I continued to stumble my way through the desert for hours, my legs were beginning to hate me and the water was less than a sip left. The sun was beginning to set and after that I'm not sure how I would possible be able to keep going or have any sense of direction. I stood for a moment watching as the sun made its way into a hiding position, deserting me among the sand to lead myself. I sighed at my misfortune and fell to my knees with only the effort to take one last sip. I crawled my way from there on until my body gave up completely and I sunk into an infinite blackness.