There was that guy who was running a marathon in the desert who got lost. Tard carried on running. He drank his own p!ss and then jsut started getting disgustingly dehydrated. Saw a search plane go by so he burnt his backpack and put his foil emergency blanket out on the ground to attract it's attention. didn't work... plane felw off and a sand storm blew in, making him lose what was left of his surviaval kit.
Next day or so later, he tried to actually kill himself one evening by slitting his wrists. He was so dehydrated and his blood so thick that it clotted and he literally couldn't kill himself.
He then got new encouragement and started to eat raw bats/snakes/lizards, etc. He kept moving towards the clouds in the distance as he knew this was where water was.
He kept moving and moving, eventually, he started p!ssing again which was a bad thing as that meant his internal organs were shutting down one by one, giving up their water. His wrist watch got looser and looser as the hours went by...
Eventually he found this water hole where the clouds were. he stayed there for the night, drinking slowly. But then for some dumbass reason decided to move on. Eventually he found this nomad kid who called the rescue people.
He sustained permanent damage to some of his organs, namely kidneys and liver IIRC, but still goes running.
Lessons to be learnt:
1) don't be an idiot and take up marathon runnign in deserts
2) As soon as you think you're lost STAY STILL as wandering further from the planned path is suicide.
3) If you're stuck in a desert, go towards the clouds.
4) Eat bats and lizards