AN: I'm so sorry that I took so long you guys, here is the 2nd chapter! This one is pretty cheesy and short but I have the 3rd chapter all ready to go so expect some extra reading this weekend!
The dust storm ended when Phil finally reached his shack.
He leaned back against his seat and thought to himself, 'That was close.'
If he hadn't been careful, he would have killed both of them and smother the truck.
Phil sat up and looked out the window making sure it's safe.
He opened the door expecting the worst.
But nothing happened.
Phil smiled and turned toward the truck as if to thank it.
He noticed the young lady covered in dust.
"Damnation," He said.
Phil ran towards the swinging doors of his shack.
Dust was everywhere!
Phil climbed over the piles of dust.
It was piled high almost up to the roof!
"I have to dig this place up later," Phil sad to himself.
He looked around in his cupboards for a pail.
He found one and filled it up with a little water from the almost dry well.
He looked down the well, and there was hardly any water at all.
Phil hurried toward his truck before any of the water evaporated.
And even though Phil was thirstier than ever, he poured all of it into Keely's mouth.
Keely stirred and coughed, but she didn't wake up.
Phil sighed.
He picked Keely up and made his way to his little shack.
Phil had a hard time trekking through the dust.
There was dust in the living room, dust in the kitchen, everywhere!
But Phil finally made it to the bedroom.
He laid Keely down on the mattress and smiled.
Phil hadn't felt this way in a long time.