[u]A bad time to run out[/u] Within the desert a single vehicle was riding in the dusk. Only real time someone in a rig like his could get away with driving without frying in the metal death trap. A hulk of a man in one seat, a bag with as many bullets as he could carry, a half drank bottle of water, and a few cans of food on the other side. The fuel light glowed, faintly working as the engine prepared to sputter out. He didn't have much in the jerry can he kept in the back, maybe enough to get to some shade before the sun reared its head. At least that's what he had hoped. He was used to the sun beaming down on him but it didn't mean he enjoyed being burned to a crisp pushing his old machine. http://i.imgur.com/zCdMTFi.jpg [spoiler]Open as long as the character would have reason to be out in the desert. So ya know, no Aquaman traveling the dunes lol.[/spoiler]