"Pop" Vincent's feet accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, I slowly got up, and found that the red he saw in the distance was right in front of his eyes, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be a red roof, and the whole car was buried by sand, leaving a small part of the roof exposed. Vincent was so excited that he didn't care about his hand that had been scratched by the sand when he fell, he took off his backpack and threw it on the ground before picking up a shovel and digging up.

After a long time, Vincent spat out the sand that had choked on his mouth, then took off his clothes and shook them, and said, "Finally dug it out before dark." It was now a little dark, and Vincent looked at the car he had dug up with all his strength, it was a Jeep Wrangler, a little old, and the windows were all gray and couldn't see the inside.

Exhausted, Vincent couldn't help but sit on the ground, severely dehydrated, he had almost no saliva in his mouth, and his lips were so dry that it was difficult to even open his mouth. Vincent, who had recovered a little, took out the last pack of biscuits from his backpack, mixed with water and ate them with difficulty, he slowly pulled out the triangular army thorn, bent down and cautiously approached the car door. He put his left hand on the doorknob, his right hand held the spur tightly, and after taking a deep breath, he slammed the door open, and the spur on his right hand stabbed into the driver's position, and the head of the person sitting in the cab was defenseless and directly pierced by him.

Vincent took out his thorn and took a look at the situation in the car and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's just two dried corpses, not zombies, otherwise it would be really troublesome to encounter zombies in my current mental state." Looking at the death of these two people, it should be that the car was parked here overnight and was buried alive in a super-large sandstorm, which is really miserable and suffocated to death. Vincent wiped the bayonet back and forth on the corpse to wipe the brain residue from it, and with great difficulty removed the corpse, and then buried the two men with the sand that had been dug up during the digging of the cart.

Now Vincent really has no strength at all, he just wants to sleep well now, but he knows that he can't sleep, he is seriously dehydrated now, if he sleeps now, God knows if he can wake up again. He took out a crossbow arrow and stabbed him in the thigh, the sharp pain finally brought him to his senses, and he resisted the pain and fatigue and got into the car and began to rummage through the food he desperately needed.

Finally, the hard work paid off, after some searching, he found some food and half a bucket of purified water in the trunk of the car, although the expiration date on the package has passed for several years, but now he cares about these, quickly opened a pack of compressed biscuits mixed with pure water and swallowed it into his stomach, after he ate the fourth pack of compressed biscuits, he finally had a beautiful burp.

He lay in the trunk of the car with his back to the sky and muttered, "It's so cool, I haven't eaten so cool for at least half a year." Vincent's spirit was greatly relaxed, and at this time he could no longer resist the invasion of fatigue, he reluctantly moved to the side of his backpack, took out his sleeping bag from it, and did not even have time to support the tent, and went into a sweet sleep.

Vincent woke up in the morning, because there was no tent, the desert was too cold at night, although there was a sleeping bag, but he slept too quickly yesterday to pull the sleeping bag well. Vincent rubbed his eyes and stood up, his constitution was very good, all the negative conditions of yesterday were almost all gone after he slept for a while, and he felt that his mental condition was very good now.

He slowly climbed out of the bunker, and saw that the sky in the east had begun to turn red, and the sun was about to rise, and the sunrise was beautiful, but when he thought of his next trip, Vincent's good mood was completely gone. He shook his head helplessly, jumped into the sand pit again, and after eating a pack of biscuits, he counted his harvest this time: "There are 26 packs of biscuits and 4 hams, but the meat that has expired for so long, forget it, I don't want me to die of food poisoning instead of dying in the desert." Hey? And 3 packs of instant noodles? That's a good thing, and with a small half bucket of water, it's almost enough for me to survive for two weeks. Well, there is also a barrel of gasoline, which means that there should be no big problem with this car. ”

After saying that, he put all the food he could eat into his backpack, then filled the bucket with water and filled two water bags, and then he got out of the car, first checked the car's gasoline, and sure enough, there was still half a tank of oil in the tank, and then he looked at the car's engine, and initially checked that there was no problem, and now all he had to worry about was how to ignite the fire. It was useless for so long, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the car's battery must be out of power, he turned around and climbed out of the sand pit, and after turning around, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his current position was on a high ground, and there was a downhill less than 30 meters in front, if he could push the car there, he should be able to start the car with the help of the downhill, so he reluctantly picked up the shovel and started digging sand again.

Luckily, the ground was full of sand, and it was easy to dig up, and if it was dirt, he wouldn't be able to dig out the car if he was tired. From before the sun rose, I dug until mid-afternoon, and finally dug a way to push the car out. Vincent refilled his food and water, and pushed the cart to the side of the slope with difficulty, the sun was about to set by this time, and he was exhausted again and again from a whole day's effort.

But compared to yesterday, he was full of excitement today, and he carefully checked his equipment to make sure that nothing was missing, and put his backpack in the back seat of the car. Then he opened the driver's door, then ran to the back of the car and pushed hard, the car slowly slid down the slope, he jumped into the driver's seat as fast as he could, and finally succeeded in starting the car when it reached the bottom of the slope.