She felt dizzy; the floor shook beneath her. The tectonic plates seemed to have other plans. Everything was blurred, nothing could be perceived correctly. Reality shifted as every second passed, and her grip was lost.
Darby was thirsty.
It had been eons. Darby was thirsty, and there was nothing she could do. Wandering aimlessly, everyday, but the clock kept ticking. She needed hydration.
There.
In the woods.
A block of cheese.
For Darby. For Darby. For Darby.
