Jethro’s POV
I am doing the exact thing I hate the most: walking a long distance without a destination in mind. Strangely, I wasn’t thirsty nor hungry, but I knew I needed to get out of this desert.
The sky above me looked to have darkened more. I was afraid it could rain. I had to find shelter somewhere, but where did I find shelter when everywhere there was an open sky?
“Damn it!” I kicked the big stone beneath my feet, but my anger wasn’t justified. Instead, it felt like I was being mocked at by whoever had thrown me here.
I tried calling my brother, but he wasn’t responding, and I didn’t come along with my phone. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?
The drizzling of the rain started as I had predicted. It rained really heavily, but strangely, I wasn’t drenched. Was this
