Cheryl screamed and threw her dead cellular phone. It hit the dirt floor and then skittered under the wooden table.
How long will I last out here with no water?
After a couple of shots of tequila, signing up seemed like such a great idea. She wanted everyone to recognize her name and now it would only be seen in the obituaries.
She was roused by a rumble from above. Cheryl stumbled out from the deserted house into the afternoon sun which hung like a hot coal in the cloudless sky.
A man with a megaphone shouted from a helicopter, “Cheryl Sharpe. You are the winner of “Surviving Death Valley! Congratulations!”
Cheryl collapsed and passed out.
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