For three long months, you and John had traversed the expansive western terrain, eyes straining and desperation growing each day as you searched for any sign of civilization.

As the night settled upon you, you found yourselves seated on the cold sands, a small fire casting dancing shadows across the rugged landscape. The only sounds to be heard were the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional hoot from a distant owl. The silence was broken eventually, by John's weary voice.

"How long are we gonna keep wanderin' around this godforsaken desert?" He grumbled, his weary elbows braced against his knees as his gaze flicked to you.