The Oil Field Manager struggled to rise, hearing the distant sound of the car fading away and feeling the sting of the sand hitting his face, he immediately understood his current situation.
After a great deal of struggle, he finally untied the rope that bound his hands and then pulled off the cloth covering his face.
Nearby, four or five people lay on the ground, all appearing to be from the oil fields.
These people were also struggling to untie their ropes.
Not far away, several water bottles and packages of compressed dried food were strewn about. Seeing this, the manager quickly crawled over, snatched two water bottles and clutched them beneath him, then desperately untied the ropes around his feet, not even glancing at the other people as he picked up the water bottles and dried food and ran towards the direction of the distant car.
The sand dust soon covered his tracks.
The manager heard the distant sound of people behind him fighting and cursing over the water supply.
