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Chapter 15: Out in the Wasteland
Vance Darcouver opened his mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream, shattering the silence of the desert. Blood gushed from his open wounds as his body convulsed with shivers. He felt like throwing up, but there was nothing in his stomach. The sun's rays burned down on him, pulling sweat from his pores and only adding to his strife. Where am I?! Hell? It's so...hot...and my wrists! My f*****g wrists! "Nooo..." he moaned. His dry mouth cracked and burned. "Mom..." "Hey, pa! I think I see him! I think I see Kurt!" Vance desperately looked around for the butcher's knife, still desperate to end his life and the suffocating pain. But it was nowhere to be found. And so, abandoning all hope, logic, and thought, Vance let himself succumb to unconsciousness. As he began to sink away, his ear
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