Quicksand, like water, has no fixed shape.
When you encounter sandstorms, death is just a matter of a moment.
Maybe one day it will be my turn.
At such a critical juncture, why would we waste time rescuing the driver?
The supplies in the trunk are almost collected.
The thing in front of me was also hooked out, and the sand covered the front of the pickup truck.
The driver worked tirelessly and finally broke the glass.
Quicksand came in.
The driver tried to pull his legs free in fear and climb up.
The driver waved his hands, and wherever his hands grabbed, there was a dent, and the driver could not exert any strength at all.
The more anxious you are, the more you want to exert yourself.
The harder you try, the less strength you have in the quicksand.
All your strength can only hit cotton.
Chen Ji and his other brothers just lay there and watched the fun.
Survival is so boring.
The harder others work, the more they can show their ease.
This feeling of superiority is comforting.
Gangs like Chen Ji's love to watch newcomers being drowned little by little in the quicksand.
At such moments, the more panicked a person is, the more he struggles, and the faster he dies.
The quicksand quickly covered the driver's mouth and nose.
Originally, there were tall buildings and squares in this area.
There gradually gathered together, the predecessor of the Western Base.
All of this was shattered in this endless quicksand.
Now there are only a dozen roaming gangs left, groping bit by bit for ways to survive.
The gang Chen Ji belonged to spread the supplies they had collected from the pickup truck onto a large piece of cloth.
Cloth is one of the most important assets in a gang, second only to food.
The wing suits worn by the people in Xiasha are also made of cloth.
When walking out, everyone controlled their strength.
Drag it out little by little,
Try to avoid large movements during this period.
Their feet were like ducks, and with a wooden board wrapped around their abdomens, they lay on the quicksand, moving back and forth in the quicksand bit by bit.
Like clumsy ducks paddling with their bellies.
Due to limited time, the group only opened one of them.
The compressed biscuits and canned food inside,
It was enough for this little group to eat until their mouths were full of oil.
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