The feeling of fatigue wrapping around his body was ineffable, and there was no known remedy for such spiritual emptiness. Roland could only grit his teeth and resist the exhaustion attacking his body and the loneliness assailing his thoughts and will with an obstinate refusal to surrender and a defiance that smacked of spite. He even reserved the energy that would have been spent on shouting for enduring one more minute.
"Survive" - the most basic and fundamental instinct of all living creatures began to animate his slowly rusting and sluggish mind. Discarding his backpack meant giving up the essentials needed for survival. The sun was quickly descending towards the horizon, and if he couldn't find a place to take shelter before nightfall, he would be forced to sleep on the open plains tonight.
"Try to survive, you'll find it's not so easy."
"I won't admit that."
