I followed the tracks until I reached a road with no traffic on either side no signs to be found as if my damnation was evident, I look left and right but all I can see is the heat waves that blur my vision, I began to walk not knowing which way could bring me to salvation, at this point my spirits running low my head almost parallel to the asphalt, I no longer had a single clue to where this bastard could have gone, then I saw it a man in a beaten down truck, I began to wave my arms franticly, the man pulls over, an old shaggy bearded man the smell of tobacco and musk reeking from him, I tell him Im headed to the nearest town could he give me a lift, the old man stares at me saying its a long ways into town but hop in, as I jumped in, the old man reached behind his seat, before I could look up I heard bang, the shot had missed, this old fart was one of them he was waiting for me, I reached for the hunting knife and stab him in his shoulder, listen old man I tell him as I take away his rifle, who sent you, the old man still persistent spits in my face fuck you, I twist the knife, the old man yells out, I never seen him, he just told me to kill you, he was going to pay me a lot of money, I twist again, where are you going to meet this man, the old man shouts he told me to meet him at a warehouse on the edge of town after I disposed of you.

I drag the old man out the truck, I gave the jerky to the wounded old man and I throw him the remaining water I had, as I jump into the truck he yells out your just going to leave me here, I looked at him and said you were going to kill me, I at least spared your life, I turn back and begin to coast down the road, I now have my next place to go, as Im driving a strange sense of happiness hits me, I smile and begin to laugh, I am near death and all I can do is laugh. Have I lost touch of myself, why am I laughing, this is wrong. I was left to die in the desert, some person who I dont even know! wants to kill me, and now Im in this shitty beaten down truck going into town to meet a person who I am going to kill and I dont even know why Im going to kill him, I just know its the right thing to do, or is it? My laughter quickly changes to sternness I look down at the seat and I noticed the handgun laying across from me, with a long stretch of empty road, I slowly tilt my head back as if to look through the roof of the truck and into the clouds above, my right hand gripping on the handle of the gun and raising it to the side of my head, I pull over, turn off the truck, and take a few steps into the desert, I collapse to my knees, raising both of my hands to my ears, I roar out like a lion whats going on with me, my hand drops back to the ground, tears begin to run down my face, in this still moment I feel relieved of all sorrow, I recollect myself, the decline of a mans spirit can cause him to do stupid and irrational things, jump back into the truck and start my race into town.

With a cleansed spirit, high hopes, and the willingness to accept death on my face, I smirk and chuckle as I just the pedal to floor .

End of Pt.2 this ones for you GIJoe It came out early, so everyone rate and comment! Pt.3 will be out on Friday