Three hours more packed in the smelly bus and it sputters and dies again. This time its in a no cell phone dead zone. No calls for help can be made. No other vehicles come along as everyone waits. A day and a half passes. Out of water and food the people wander along the desert road, slowly falling slowly dieing. Baked into mummies under a relentless sun. You are the last to fall. You are the last to die there.
The End