Broken Desires

~Adapt~

After a couple hours walking I ended up getting bored and humming songs as the heat beat down harshly onto me.
Sometimes I'd get really bored and count my steps until I got to 10,000.
There wasn't much to do in the desert, I got a small fist of sand and started counting while walking. In my small handful, there was 3,597 grains of sand.
Soon, I began to skip. It was fun and faster than walking and I didn't get out of breath.
Eventually I lit a cigarette. I missed my bike.
I noticed the sun going down slowly as I began to pick up the pace. If I stayed at a fast pace, I should stay warmer for longer and then I can close the gap between me and home a lot faster.
I finished my first bottle of water, 2 more left. I was trying to preserve the water for as long as possible, but at least it's not weighing me down anymore. Always look on the bright side.

I started adding a slight bounce to my walk as I sung my favourite songs to myself as entertainment. Not even an hour later it was pitch black and cold, I tied my hair up and began jogging, luckily I was athletic. I decided that to preserve my energy, everytime I got warm, I'd walk, then when I was cold, I'd run again.
This constant movement kept me awake and warm through the night.
By the time that I was watching the sun come back up, my stomach was beginning to growl but I didn't want to stop because I'd become tired. I decided that the best time for me to sleep was during the day so I wasn't cold.
I stopped jogging after a couple of hours as I saw a few boars. I started to sneak up to them and pounced on one of them, then jammed my dagger into its throat.
I got blood all over me and the boar, I cut a piece of wood from the big block I'd brought with me and set it on fire, I cut some meat off of the corpse and held it on the end of my dagger to cook it.
After eating, I decided to create and arrow pointing west with my jacket so I still knew what direction I was going, used my backpack as a pillow and slept.

I'm not sure how long I slept for but when I woke up it was bitch black and freezing. I quickly got up and gathered everything before setting off jogging.
It was quite peaceful out here really, I didn't mind it too much. I hope Striker got my note and saw my warning.

***

A couple of days later, my feet were bleeding. I'd drunk all my water, too weak to hunt and began to hallucinate, I'd collapsed and passed out multiple times but I refuse to die out here in the wilderness.

***

The nights we're getting deadly now, I'd burnt all of my wood and the warmest thing I had was my burning cigarette. I barely had the strength to stand, and I'd been crawling-dragging myself across the sand, my now, I counted 10 days and I could only just see the lights coming from Imp City.
Where was Striker?
Demitre said 3 days.
Either way, I needed to keep moving.

I had an amazing idea. Maybe I was just going loopy but it was better than nothing.
As I stood up, I hissed in pain, my feet stung. I snuck over to the boars and pounced on one of them. I wrapped a ripped piece of my shirt in its mouth and directed it.
It worked!
I was riding a boar to Imp City!
I laughed weakly to myself wondering how I managed to make this work. I lit a cigarette, holding on tightly to the boar. I finally had my hope back and I was coming home.
I was screaming my favourite songs excitedly, this boar was my life saver! I kissed it's scaly forehead in exitment that I might be making it home soon.

***

Hours later, the weakness had set back in again and my hands were bleeding from rope burns.
I could hear hooves somewhere behind me all of a sudden.
It was pitch black and I tried to scream ou to catch his attention.
At this, the boar took its opportunity to throw me off I landed flat, stomach sided.
I quickly rolled over, hissing. I felt my nose bleeding and my face scraped.

Panicking as the hooves got closer, I set fire to my jacket and bag, then lit a cigarette. BombProof stopped next to me and I fainted.

***

Waking up, praying that wasn't another hallucination, Striker had set a fire, got me some water and food and was now sat next to me.

"You had fun, sugar?" He asked, cheerfully.
I immediately drunk the water, my head was aching badly.
"I rode a boar" I was so proud of myself for actually making that work.
"I know, I watched him throw you" He laughed. I laughed with him.
"My everything hurts" I rested my head back down.
"How did you even survive out here? You had no food, water, shelter or transport. How did you get this far?" He seemed shocked.
"I rode a boar and got this far" I giggled, still pretty loopy.
"I'll ask again later" He giggled softly. "Cmon, let's go home" He carefully lifted me onto BombProof, then got on. "Hold on, sugar. We need to get you home fast"