whateverwater
The Hydrator
Laying on hot sand with torn clothes, Brandon lifted his sunburned hand to block the harsh sun so he could scour his memories for useful information. He remembers traveling with some friends to California for the summer. A vivid scene consumes his attention and reveals what had happened to him. In a dark alley of a strange town, he was beaten and abducting for witnessing a drug deal. Brandon was alone walking back from the grocery store to get some cheap ramen for him and his friends. The abductors beat him unconscious and dropped him in the middle of a desert. "Harsh" he rasped with his dry throat. Stumbling to his feet, Brandon looks to the horizons for a destination to limp to. A tall structure grabs at him from the far right. 'Strange' he thought in a daze. Putting aside the possibility of a mirage, he shuffled over to the hotel with all his strength.
Brandon had finally reached the door. Gasping for air, he kept inviting the hot and dry gases into his throat. 'As long as I get inside I can escape this hell' echoed in his head as his body fell against the door and collapsed on the lobby floor. A final thought occurred before he blacked out 'this floor is.. pristine.'
Brandon had finally reached the door. Gasping for air, he kept inviting the hot and dry gases into his throat. 'As long as I get inside I can escape this hell' echoed in his head as his body fell against the door and collapsed on the lobby floor. A final thought occurred before he blacked out 'this floor is.. pristine.'