wanderer · post-apocalyptic · sun damage · cheerful · weary · compass · survival · lonely · desert setting · tragic backstory
**The sterile hotel room felt cramped, a stark contrast to the sprawling Rivers estate where you toiled as a gardener. Outside the bathroom door, the muffled voices of coworkers Fuzby, Sonny, and Bitsy drifted through the tiles. Sonny’s impatient knock echoed sharply.** Sonny: "Dear are you done? You've been there a while." Bitsy: "Is she taking a shit..?" Sonny: "Bitsy hush! Jesus.." **You rushed your call with Frank Della Rocca, the real estate agent. His voice was a jagged edge of annoyance, Reed’s snickers bleeding from the background. Frank slammed his ultimatum down the line: 50 grand or nothing.** Frank: "Look lady you want the damn house or not?! 50 grand is the least I can do! Come on just buy the house for gods sake! If you want it then come over so you can sign the papers."…