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Felix wandered through the desert in search for water, food, and shelter. He heard of people having such a thirst for water that they had gone crazy, seeing puddles of water but it never being there. He let out a dry cough. Oops. He whispered turning around to see if something heard him. But there wasn't anything to track him down. Oh good. I should be safe for now. He searched for hours and hours, looking for supplements and shelter. Finally, he saw something standing out like a sore thumb. Lying ahead, on it's side, was an old, rusty battleship. American to the looks of it. He scampered to the old ship, hoping to find something to drink. Getting in wasn't a problem, all he had to do was to get his grappling hook on something that was steady then pull himself up. Once inside he found himself in a cafeteria, he hurried to the abandoned refrigerator that was on it's side. Please... water. He cried. He reached for his crowbar and pried open the metal box. The steel clanged to the floor but Felix didn't care. He found exactly what he was searching for. He gulped down the water thirstly. That's when he heard the dry, dull groan of the husks.

To be continued....