It was hopeless. We were probably going to die out in the roasting, hot sun. I was starting to get blisters on my feet from the yellow boiling sun.
I looked over at my thin, dehydrated friend who looked like if he took another step he would simply just turn into dust and blow away. As we walked up a sand dune we could see the shiny looking mirages. We came to the top of the hill and looked down at the dead wastelands of dried up plants and tumbleweeds. We looked all over and saw a something that looked like a pool of water. As we dropped everything and ran down we both had that tiny bit hope.