Slowly I walked the distance of miles till my ankles started to give way, my throat burning from not being able to drink any water for the past 4 hours.
I looked towards the horizon , the sun setting quicker than I would have imagend on a cold day.
I didn't mean to scream but as I walked in a straight line the thought of no car going past started to scrap at the inside of my skull.
I never thought going hiking would of lead to this , my stomach tossed and turned from directions I couldn't even think of.
Was I going to die ...
Was it going to be from starvation?
I felt a pair of eyes watching me as I took another step further.
I ignored it thinking less of it, I kept walking for about another hour my legs giving way to my body weight. I thought to myself I should stop and take a brake but then I was scared of not getting back up so I kept going.
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driping of the blood clock
Mystery / Thrillera hiker to far from her trails walks off onto a road that leads to a dead end and when I say dead end she mighten be able to turn around
