NICK
Every step that I take is more painful than the last one. I do not know for how long I can still carry on and I am starting to wonder whether I am even walking in the right direction. All I see is forest and there is no end to it. I am thirsty and I am hungry.
My water has run out last night and the pain in my ribs is excruciating. I do not see any signs of any camp or rebels and I am beginning to lose hope. I haven't seen one person since I woke up from the accident except for that guy that I almost killed.
This place is completely deserted and all I have is this one photo. Then the trees seem to open up to something that looks like a waterhole. I start to walk towards the water and then I see steam coming from it. I'm not sure what that is but I wonder if I could drink any of it.
