[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
Hot and arid air scorches your lungs. The sand burns as much as the sun on your back.
Your sweat sticks to you, your body shakes, your head pounds.
The end is inevitable now.
You try to fight, but you feel yourself drying out.
Dying.
Alex.J.Cobalt 