Previously: Derryl is being chased by a pack of wolves. He loses them, but gets lost at the face of a desert.



Derryl was lost. There was no living plants, no shade, no water, and most importantly, no FOOD. All there was, was sand and sun. The dreaded, hated sun. Derryl felt like his feet were on fire. It was horrible in the day, but night was almost worse. They were mean, vicous creatures lurking around. There were many predators of Derryl. But worst of all, it was cold. A bitter, sharp, icy cold. Derryl could barely sleep without shivering or a fire. But that was the thing, Derryl did not have a fire. He was left to shiver in the cold all night, barely survivng.

Derryl was hopeless. Hopleless, hopeless, hopeless. He was miserable until he saw it. The end of the desert. He ran desperately toward it. When he got there, it dissapeared. It was only a mirage.

Poor Derryl. Starving, dehydrating, knowing he was going to die, was plain old miserable. The worst miserable miserable can be. Who would save poor Derryl, who would save him.

After about a day, Derryl could not go any longer. He knew this was it.

The End of Part 4