Chapter Three: A Letter From Friend

Here’s chapter three. . . sorry it’s so crappy. . . I’ll definitely be coming back to change this one.

The pain was gone but Uri could feel the tears streaming down his face. He sat up and looked around; the grayness of the desert night was beginning to succumb to morning’s light. Uri’s clothes were damp with the morning’s dew, and a cool breezed whipped at his body. Uri felt goose bumps well up on his arms as the chill surged through his body.           He wiped the tears from his face and stood. The road was still there, running up and over the horizon, around him was the same bleak desert he had been walking through the day before, nothing had changed. Uri was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it, not knowing whether or not he would ever get anywhere was discouraging and Uri was tempted to turn back now than risk going ahead. But then, Uri didn’t know how far he had come, not remembering anything before yesterday.           Uri wondered, what had he forgotten now? He tried to think, but nothing came to him.          “I guess you can’t remember what you’ve forgotten. . .” Uri mumbled to himself. He decided it would probably be best to continue on, so he turned away from the rising sun, and began to walk.                      It’s a strange feeling, not being able to remember what you may have forgotten. And it worried Uri, about what he may forget in the future. Be he had a mission, finding himself, he had come to realize, might not be the easiest thing to do, not even knowing what it meant to find oneself.           And so Uri walked on, the road continuing to stretch on endlessly, the sun’s heat beating down relentlessly. It was getting hot, and Uri realized he’d son be out of water. He had no food left, and by the looks of it he wouldn’t be finding any more anytime soon.           It was midday and Uri was beginning to worry, the heat was unbearable, his shirt was soaked so he decided to make some use of it and wrapped it around his head.            Uri walked for another hour or so, time was hard to keep track of, the sun was about the only way to tell, when he spotted a rather large rock in the middle of the road. And, just like before, there was a note underneath it. Uri scrambled to the rock and quickly raced over the words scribbled on the paper.            Uri,           I know you are probably running low on food and water, trust me, traveling this road has been just as difficult for me as it is for you. But I must tell you, that if you turn north from here, about an hours walk, you will find an oasis. There you can get food and water, and a well needed rest. I have left you another note there, explaining some things as best I can.                                                                     Your Friend           Uri read over the note a few more times. An oasis? Could Uri trust this person, a complete stranger? The road was the only link to civilization Uri had, should he really leave it? But then, he did need food, and water, and if this oasis really was there, it would help a lot.           Ando so Uri decided that he really had no other choice, it was either find this oasis, or die here on the road. So Uri gathered up his things, turned his head towards the north, and begin to walk, that last line of “Your Friend” still resonating in his head.