🌵STUCK IN THE DESERT WITH U🌵

*Six*{Criss's P.O.V.}

After the first two weeks stuck in the desert it seemed like several months, but no matter how tired or hot we were we pressed on hoping to find the desert road that would lead us to civilization...but as the days grew longer and the nights shorter, I was beginning to think that maybe we were going the wrong way...that instead of heading toward people...we were heading further out into the most desolate part of the desert, where the damned buzzards wouldn't fly. The food that Kc rounded up from the plane, was almost completely gone, and we only had a little water left, and walking thru the windy desert made our eyes, mouth, faces and throats feel like sandpaper, but we knew we had to use our precious water very sparingly.

Kc tried to just give up on me three times already and just lay where she dropped but I wasn't about to let her do it, so I grabbed her and drug her until she got back up and walked with me. I thought I was mentally strong, but even I was beginning to feel the sense of loss...but I fought it right back and told myself I wasn't going to let the fucking desert get the best of me. On and on we trudged thru the loose and deep sand feeling the weight of our feet and our sore muscles drag us further, until we reached the top of a dune, the sand was so soft it felt like we were going to drowned in it, the sand tripped Kc from behind me, which made her hit into me, and down the sandy dune we both went tumbling...if I wasn't so exhausted I would have actually enjoyed the ride. But instead I found myself getting irate with her, and cussed her out from not watching what she was doing.

Kc would usually cuss me out right back, but this time all she did was cry, the desert was breaking her down, to where she just couldn't handle it anymore, and just wanted it to be over with. I lifted her up and gave her a hug and apologized to her for snapping at her, because it wasn't her fault, it was an accident. I dusted her face off, and held onto her hand and we marched some more, only this time I was looking for a place to put out our blankets and get out of the sun and rest for a while. I found what I thought would be the ideal spot but just as I reached it I sunk very quickly...Kc quickly laid flat down and grabbed my arm, and told me not to move around and to just stay as calm and still as possible, that I was in quicksand.

I noticed that because she was laying flat out she didn't sink, she was using every muscle she had trying to pull me to her, but I didn't think she could save me this time, because I couldn't move from my waist down at all...I closed my eyes and said this was how I was going to die, being buried alive in the desert. But Kc had another plans for me and dying wasn't one of them just yet, she reached in the bag and pulled out the sheet and made a loop on one end and told me to tie it around under my arms...while she still had a hold of me...then never letting the sheet have any slack she pulled the other end of the sheet around a huge rock and began using it as an old fashioned pulley.

I felt my legs give way and began to break loose from the quicksands hold on me. Kc kept pulling as I moved toward her, she told me once my legs were free to lie down across the sand and swim it to her instead of trying to walk, or I would sink again. After three hours of fighting the sand, I finally made it to Kc's arms but we were both to exhausted to move...she quickly untied the sheet from around me and pulled it over both of us and that's where we both took our nap. I hugged her tightly and thanked her again for saving my life...but all she could do was hug me back, because she was too tired to speak, moments later we both fell into a deep and exhausting sleep.

When I woke up I looked out from under the sheet and realized that we slept too long and the sun was just about to go down completely, and we didn't really have a suitable spot to make a camp, and no sage brush of any kind to start a fire with...I quickly woke Kc up and told her that we needed to find a sleeping spot and fast, or at least find something to make a fire with. Kc pulled me over to the huge rock that she used to get me out of the sand with, and quickly made the bedding after shaking it out for any unwanted guests...then pulled me under the cover and said there was nothing to start a fire with, and with the wind blowing so violently a fire wouldn't stay lit anyway...so we had to fight the cold with just us and the blanket she carried with us.

We both lay on the pillow as I wrapped around her tightly trying to keep us both blocked from the wind, and I wrapped the blanket around both of us so the wind wouldn't take off with our blanket...and we snuggled very closely to each other that night...and as she slept I softly brushed her hair away from her face and moved in and gently place my lips on hers, internally wanting more, but knowing how she personally felt for me I let the thought go and just laid there wishing that her feelings would be different toward me, and the only reason she saved me, was because she didn't want to be alone in the desert knowing I was the only one that could start fires, and could keep her a little safer.