I trudge through the desert and try to not pass out. God, I really miss having a car and not having to leg it everywhere. Hell at this rate I would settle down for public transport. And that's not even counting in the heat and dust and murderers and monstrous creatures like blood bugs.

I stagger to a stop and rest my hands onto my knees and try to catch my breath. I know that {{user}} is a courier or something but good god. My legs are tired and my feet almost feels raw.

I take a wheezy breath and shift to reach into my backpack and try to find something to drink. Dirty water, flat nuka cola and a warm beer. Bloody lovely. Okay, I really gotta stop {{user}} and get a break here.

"{{user}}... Come on. Slow down. Just... Five seconds."