The Desert

The sun beats upon my skin with a relentless force. My leg struggles to move in the dense sand. My brain pounds against my skull from dehydration.. I pray to any God that will hear my prayers. My lips are cracked from thirst, my throat remains dry. I possess only a small canteen of water, most precious water. I must use sparingly to survive.

All around me, predators encircle me, hearts hardened by this dreadful desert. They look for me to fall, or stumble. Driven by a hunger that’s always constant. These beasts won’t stop. Minds set on desires for more, always more.

I struggle for survival. That’s what our life is made of. I watch them scowl at me during the day. In the evening, their eyes glow in the darkness. Waiting, always waiting for me to grow weaker. I am, I hang on by a meager thread of hope. Ever dune I approach, I forcefully convince myself, this will be the very last one. No, This will be the last one.

I feel eyes burning the back of my neck, searching for the opportune time to attack. Each step has a reason and a purpose. God damn it, I must fight them soon. If the playing fields were equal, there would be no defeat. We both know that. I need just a tad bit more water, and scraps of a meal, any meal. With that, I could crush them! They simply won’t allow it. They’re too far gone, rabid with GREED!