No. That seems a little sketch now that you think about it.
Instead of walking toward the village, you face the distant landscape of sand and keep going. You have confidence that you’ll come across something better eventually. You’ve got enough gas left, you can make it.
Despite the relentless sun bearing down on you and the fact that you feel like somepony had placed you in an oven set to broil, you place one hoof in front of the other, determined to find that safe haven you know is hiding just beneath your muzzle.
The world starts getting darker.
There’s something waiting for you but a few inches in front of you. You just have to make it there. The task is within your grasp!
Blackness crawls in from the edges of your vision.
A better opportunity will present itself. They will have water, a place for you to stay that’s air conditioned and cold showers. It won’t be long. You know it. All you have to do is keep walking forward and—
You collapse dead on the spot.
NICE | ENDING 11 OF 17
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