It had been days, weeks even, since Shrek had found himself lost in the desert.
Dunes looked like waves in an endless sea- but ironically, lack of hydration was his primary concern at the time. Two days prior, he had found a succulent plant full of water, but yet again he found himself at a critical state of dehydration. His head hurt to the point where breathing was a troubling task, his mouth was parched quite literally, as almost no moister was left, and his lips were cracked, but the blood dried too fast for it to even come out. He was climbing what felt like the millionth dune when he heard the distant rumbling of an engine. A search plane! He thought they lost track of him, he hadn't encountered any for a few days now. Shrek instinctively dropped down, covered himself in sand, and didn't dare move a muscle. After about two minutes of waiting, he heard a loud, rattling, thrashing sound of the plane's gunfire. It sounded eerily close. A few more minutes passed, and the engines faded away. He got out of his hiding position, and saw three feet from his location the mangled corpse of some sort of snake. The pilot probably saw it moving and assumed it was Shrek, and with that, fired. Normally, he would think about how much of an amazing coincidence his surviving was, but now, Shrek didn't have time for thinking about things like that. He was starting to feel himself pass out.
"It's going to be all right, Shreklan. Don't panic", he muttered to himself, panicking. He was getting dizzy, and his vision was being clouded by blackness. "Search your surroundings, just like you learnt back in the day." He looked around in all directions, desperate for a plant to be found. But suddenly, he found something quite odd. He couldn't believe his eyes! A full bottle of off-brand Strawberry banana juice, just sitting there in the desert, glistening in the sun! He ran over to it with energy he didn't know he had for years, imaging the delicious sweet flavor. The bottle was dusty and sandy, and the contents were simply indescribable. At the top, a fine layer of yellow oil with little, fluffy particles dancing around. Underneath that was a musty, syrupy liquid with a faint pink hue which seemed viscous as honey. At the bottom, finally, was a thick layer of concentrated pink gunk that gained a rubbery quality with time basking in the sun. Oh, what a find! Shrek was simply ecstatic at the drink as he picked the bottle up and opened it, the cap crackling from the dried saliva and sand left from it's previous owner. Shrek wanted to keep some of the the drink for later, but he simply could not help himself. Without hesitation, Shrek chugged the entire bottle, some of the contents dripping onto his bare chest, down to his crotch and onto his feet. The juice flowed like honey and was warm from the sun, and it felt good. He felt his senses not only sharpening, but even going further than what he thought was possible. Colors were pulsating vibrantly, and all sound sounded both muffled and clear. He found a neat castle where he had some fine wine and took a bath. The water wasn't water though- he couldn't really explain it. He was having a great time on the royal rock climbing wall, but suddenly he fell to the ground, moaning in pain. He felt like he was having a seizure. Shrek closed his eyes in pain, but when he opened them he saw around him just sand. He was covered in vomit and sand, and the empty bottle was just a few feet away. Shrek got up and continued his trek.