((A/N: This person's request for a lighter sentence was given the COLD shoulder. HAH get it? ...Anyway.

Content warning for: heat exhaustion, burns, snake bites!))


As you were snatched away from your friends, tightly gripping the stainless steel collar around your neck, you could already feel the temperature going up around your neck. Sensitive to the heat, your neck felt like it was blistering as the metal heated up around it, getting through your gloves and burning your fingers as you were flung face-first into piles of white sand.

You were grateful for being liberated from the collar, but as the hot temperature of the sand registered in your nervous system, you screamed from the excruciating pain and stood up to get your vitals and extremities away from it.

Looking around at your surroundings while you had the chance, you couldn't see anyone or anything in sight- all that surrounded you was white, glittering hell and a bright, cloudless blue sky. (Unbeknownst to you, your classmates are watching you through a tiny drone's camera high above your line-of-sight, one of them sobbing on their knees whispering that this should have never happened.)

You travelled a little ways in a random direction, and when you were beginning to get delusional and disoriented from the temperature shock, your eyes caught sight of an arrow sign that said, "Oasis, 3/4 miles" and you excitedly started running that way instead.

It was hard to keep your footing in the sand, and your shoes started to melt from the combined forces of the heat and pressure you put on them. Soon, running became too much of a challenge, and your eyes grew blurry and unfocused. You squinted at another arrow sign that proudly declared, "Oasis, 1/2 miles"; the prospect of protection and a break from the heat was the only thing keeping you from giving up.

Your shoes had been completely destroyed by this point, and the painful tingling feeling in your feet had started to get stronger as the nerves in your legs, up to your knees, shut down. You thought grimly to yourself that the numbness will help you get further more quickly, so you try and pick up the pace.

After passing the sign pinpointing the 1/4 mark of your journey, you noticed that your eyes had been seeing "water" at the bottom of every sand dune you unsteadily traversed. They always got your hopes up, and you're always so, so disappointed when you burn your back sliding down the dunes to discover that there was no water after all. Your rationality started to deteriorate in the heat, and every time you cross a hill you think, "There's water after this, there HAS to be."

A few yards away, you see a white lump, so much lighter than the sand- it was blinding, and the combination of sweat, tears, and sand made it even more difficult to determine what it was. But it HAD to be something, this time it definitely will! You wanted to continue on your journey, but you tripped on your own feet and landed on your forearms as you screamed again. That was the last straw; your feet were practically useless now. With newfound frustration at your situation, you channeled that rage into crawling towards that white lump.

The white lump was small in the distance, but it was all in perspective; as you put a scorched hand on the lump (now at LEAST your height), you saw it move. You felt scales. You saw fangs, and then the two fangs swiftly sunk right into your torso with a sickening SNAP.

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The last thing you felt was your entire body feeling the tingling that was originally in your legs, and then going limp as your eyes stayed open in shock.