20:57:09.
The sun was above, yet not a drop of rain had fallen.
In what once might have been a dense jungle, the vegetation had withered away significantly, making it more of a desert than a jungle.
In the middle of the riverbed, a man with a large backpack, who had been quickly following Xu Meijia, suddenly blacked out and collapsed to the ground.
"Hm?" Xu Meijia, who was ahead, turned around upon hearing the noise.
"Water... water..." The man with the split hair mumbled dizzily as he rolled onto his side, feebly beginning to undo his backpack, "I can't go on... if I don't drink water, I'm going to die..."
"Just hang in there a bit longer." Xu Meijia pointed ahead, "Only one more kilometer to the middle of the riverbed, you can see the shelter they built earlier."
