Bacon's Strips' entry

The hiker stood on top of the mountain, panting for breath
He took off his backpack and got out some water
But he panicked upon noticing there was none left
He looked up to the sky, the weather was getting hotter
The sun seemed like the devil
And its rays like daggers
The man struggled to level
And soon enough staggered
He fell to the ground
And seemed to be getting dumber
He hoped he would be found
And wished it wasn't summer