Back from the old west.
Authors note: i fail big time at beginnings so please bear with me... oh and i spelled anything wrong please tell me.
England woke up with his head pounding. He look at his surroundings. How the bloody hell did i get here? England thought. He was in a type of canyon. The sun was burning down on him. He slowly got up, and brushed dust of his shoulders. Well I'm not going to find out just siting here. He walked off.
It was midday and the sun got even more brighter. The air around England became to hot to breath. His mouth going dry, he felt has if his tongue was going to crumple into dust. He had his military jacket slung over his shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his gloves in his pockets. If i don't find water fast, I might die. He fell on his hands and knees. I've been wondering for hours and not one sign of civilization.