Muffled voices was all Reynold could hear. Something was covering his entire body, but he wasn't sure what. Millions of tiny people? A country of ants? Uncle Dale? Reynold opened his eyes. The intensity of 1000 burning suns all funneled into his eyes. He screamed, the substance poured into his mouth. It was sand Reynold sat up, screaming coughing and crying all at once. He then stood up, trying to expell the substance from his body. His leg popped, causing Reynold to howl louder, and wince in pain. As soon as he winced, he fell face first on a cactus. When he stopped screaming, he just lay there motionless. "There better be lots of beer in that desert, or I think my two new 'friends' are going to serve as makeshift stress relievers, also known as punching bags." Reynold stood up, and began following the other two, while picking cactus needles out of his face.
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