Stomping through the desert sand was beginning to get both mentally and physically exhausting. You hadn't seen a town in days, and you were beginning to suspect that you would run out of your water supply. -—-—-— You continued to walk for endless miles. Before being hit in the face by a gust of wind and a poster.

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—-—-— It wasn't long until you noticed the blonde man tied from the branches of a dead tree.