Sally could not believe this.. her 2002 Porsche dead.. on the side of the road. In the desert! She layed her head in the steering wheel... "Great idea Sally.." she mumbled to herself. She cried a bit. She ran away. She grew tired of her life. The emotional stress. She couldn't stand it. She had quit her job. Said goodbye to her friends.. her family... and drove. Her friends said she was just going through an early mid life crisis. But she was depressed. She'd been staying in different hotels and inns the last weeks.. and now her high dollar car was dead.. she grabbed out her phone.. "No service? Where am I?" She looked around. Sand. Dirt. Wow.. Sally got out her car. She opened the rear hood. White smoke flew out. She blew it out of her face. She looked around. She looked up at the hot sun.. Sally sighed. She grabbed a few things and locked up the car. Then started walking.
It was so hot. Sweat rolling down her tan skin. She put her blonde hair up in a bun. She looked about as bad as she felt now. It was so hot. She didn't feel very good. She saw a small empty town in the distance.. "Is that real?" She felt like she been walking forever.. Sally looked behind her. She couldn't see her car. She looked back toward the town. She saw a vehicle driving closer. She didn't feel so good. Dizzy and sick to her stomach. The. Blue blur was getting closer. "Oh... Good... there's someone coming..". She waved her arm out trying to flag down the driver. She stumbled a bit. Her vision became dark and faded and fell into the hard dirt ground.