His head felt heavy and foggy, Bi Fang decided to take a nap first.
After turning off the live stream, he dug a shallow pit in the sand underneath him and promptly fell asleep.
The camel sat beside him, continuing to cud its food, mouth moving oddly from side to side.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Bi Fang, who had been sleeping, felt something odd moving at his back, which jolted his fragile spirit awake in an instant.
Upon waking, Bi Fang nearly collapsed.
He pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling as if a blood vessel in his head was throbbing violently.
His occipital region felt as though it had been struck with a wooden stick, and Bi Fang fought against the urge to throw up, the discomfort overwhelming him.
The cold had gotten worse!
Bi Fang's heart sank for a moment, but then he turned to see the camel and calmed down.
He wasn't alone.
The sun had not set much, barely two hours had passed.
