Tenis DM 4 5

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The sun beats down relentlessly on my skin as I walk through the desolate streets. Every step feels like a struggle, every breath a chore. The world around me is devoid of life, a barren wasteland where hope goes to die. I've lost all sense of time; days blend together in an endless blur. My stomach growls with hunger, but I'm too weak to search for food. The thought of eating seems like a luxury I can no longer afford. My eyes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of rescue. But there's nothing – just an endless expanse of sand and rock. I'm alone, completely and utterly alone. I've given up all hope of being found. My only thoughts are survival – finding water, shelter, and a way to keep moving. The sun beats down on me like a malevolent force, determined to wear me down. My legs ache with every step, my muscles screaming in protest. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep going. But for now, I have no choice. I push on, driven by a primal urge to survive.