CHAPTER 42
SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN f*****g days and seven f*****g nights I’d been stuck in this f*****g desert. I know I always said I liked hot places, but now I was rethinking that. At that moment, I’d have sold my soul for a bat blood slushee.
I was pissed off because I was baking in my own skin. Pissed off because my boots were filled with sand and I had blisters. But mostly pissed off because if I didn’t get to where I needed to be quickly, I’d die in this shitty bit of wasteland. My luck in the cave may have brought me a brief reprieve, but I was beginning to weaken again.
By late afternoon, my mind started to play tricks on me. Non-existent water shimmered on the horizon, and I’d seen Black at least four times. I couldn’t complain about those visions, but when I reached out to touch hi
