Two days into my desperate march I started to really doubt that I would live to tell my extraordinary tale. I ran out of water early this morning and I was afraid to eat any more rations without the liquid to process it. To say that the sun was extreme was an understatement. My lips were peeling from the lack of moisture and I began to hallucinate as I reached the great flats …but wait…

There, off to the east, I could barely see through the heat waves three lumbering shapes…could they be…they are!!!

Three water-harvesters were meandering westward collecting the precious moisture from the air. If I can make it to them I just might have a chance to survive…that is if I can figure out how to get to their cache.

It would be pretty ironic to die so close to such an abundant supply of water. I picked up my pace ignoring the searing pain from my state of dehydration.