Water Pool of Life and Death
Continuing his trek, his skin dried and cracked. His eyelids were getting harder to keep opened. The eyelids stayed opened long enough to view the scenery of sand.
Something emerged from the desolate horizon. Closing his eyes as forward motion of his feet continued. It properly was heat sickness. It made people see things. His nose picked up a familiar scent, however his mind couldn't register it.
A misstep landed his face in the sand. The sand felt strange. Not dry and hot, but wet and cool. Slowly and painfully opening his eyes. A smile stretched from his lips. Laughter escaped from his dry painful throat. A water pool laid inches from him. Sun danced on its surface.
Crawling towards the water proved difficult for his hand was tied. Sitting upright on his knees, walked forward. Walking on his knees plus dragging a death-shrouded body was a pain in his neck.
The determination, that carried him this water hole, didn't let this snag stop him from getting a drink. Finally he fell forward and landed face down in the water. Quickly sense caused him to pull his face out of the water.
The water may quench his thirst; death by drowning in the middle of a wasteland wasn't in his plans. Slowly drinking caused his stomach to tightened.
Turning face up, the water cooled the back of his neck. Underwater his ears detected something walking towards him. However, his mind recalled boots striking against a stone floor.