Wasteland Jungle Juice

You roam like a coyote through the scorching heat of the desert. Since days you haven’t met a soul, except the vultures who watch you from a safe distance waiting for their feast.
In the distance, you see an oasis, you run there, drink from it. Around you smell the odor of ripe sweet elderberries. You open your eyes and set the bottle of Wasteland Jungle Juice off your freshly moistened lips.