It had been days since the man had tasted the subtle sweet taste of water upon his palette, his thin lips cracked and covered with dry blood bespeckled with sand and dust as he staggered down thew road. His long sandy blonde hair knotted and tangled as thickly as the brambles hooked upon his boots. As his feet shuffled forward he could see a fork in the road. His vission started to fade as he fell forward hitting the ground with a satisfying yet sickening thud.