Raymond looked across the semingly endless desert. "God damnit, every time we get to the end it sends us back!" He said in frustration.
"Well, what can we do? I mean, there's no point in trying anymore. Face it, man, we're screwed," Andrew said.
Pistol shots echoed and Raymond cocked his head towards the sound. "It's a good thing we at least have weapons," he said, watching Jeff exterminate large bugs.
"But what about when the guns run out? You expect us to kill these things with sticks?" Andrew asked.
"No. We are gonna get out of here before the guns run out," Raymond said.
"So what? Are you gonna look for a way out again? It'll end the same way - or worse!"
"So what, you said we will die anyways. Why not make one last attempt to leave while we do it?"
Andrew snorted and Raymond started down the sandy hill. "God, I guess I can't convince you to not go, so I guess I'm coming. Jeff, come on! Raymonds trying to escape and he's gonna die if we don't come!" Andrew yelled.
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