Just an excerpt I wrote for a really good friend of mine. I provided the words, he provided the illustration. (Visit his blog here).
I’m going to die out here, I think.
My lips are beginning to crack because they are so dry. I need water – just a small glass, a small sip. A sample of that refreshing liquid would do wonders for me right now. I look up, searching for even the smallest sign of civilization.
“Great,” I mutter. “This damned sun doesn’t help matters, either.”
How did I end up in a desert, of all places? I can’t remember anything; it’s what happens when my instinct is triggered. I’m blinded by primal rage, everything becomes one giant blur, and I wake up in an obscure location.
I swallow and continue to trudge forward. I need water – wait a second. I swallow again. My thirst has been satiated. What is going on?
And then it hits me. “Shit,” I say.
I’m beginning to transform again.