Water… she needed water. Patricia desperately hoped that the green mountainside ahead of her meant that she would stumble across a spring soon. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in ten days; she knew that if she didn’t find water in the next few hours, she would die.
Damn Roderick for tricking her into this “once in a lifetime opportunity.” Now, he was dead and she was next. She had no idea how far she had wandered since their Jeep had tumbled down a cliff.
The sun hurt her eyes and she squinted against the glare…
She awoke to a cop’s flashlight shining in her face. “Ma’am, you’ll have to move along. You can’t sleep in your car here.”