"Where the hell are we?", i say, after the trail fizzled out into a bunch of sticks, leaves, fallen trees, and rock

I've always thought snakes were scary, Until i was face to face with one, but not with the reptile itself, but a person i called a "friend".

The scales, black and tan pattern, the tail's rattle, and the white fangs seeping into his leg. A rattlesnake had just bitten my brother.

As i heard the slow footsteps shuffling across the creaking wooden floor, the whirring of the freezer clicked open as the plastic wrapper of the ice cream bar crackled i knew desert was coming

I zigged and zagged, my tires screeching as I zipped around the corners, passing people left and right, I could taste the finish line.