I groan as I slowly become awake. I flick my tongue out of my mouth to lick my lips that feel dry and cracked. I hiss against the pain of my own saliva as the taste of blood fills my mouth. It’s so damn hot. I can feel the sweat that slicks my skin. I move to try to open my eyes, but the movement is harder than ever. My limbs feel so heavy and as I try to move my arms to wipe my face the motion is not followed by my brain.

I know that since I can still think that somehow I am still alive. I know...