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 fucking wrists!

"Nooo..." he moaned. His dry mouth cracked and burned. ...