As the relentless sun beat down on the desolate wasteland, Felix revved the engine of his modified 1972 AMC Javelin SST, affectionately named Bonser. The jacked-up vehicle kicked up clouds of dust as it sped across the barren landscape. Felix squinted through his goggles, scanning the horizon for any signs of salvage. Good thing I like the color tan.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, as the sand covered, abandoned highways crisscrossed the arid expanse, and Felix navigated them with ease of someone who has lived in this desert for a lifetime.

His keen eyes spotted a silhouette in the distance—a broken-down car, its chassis battered and rusted by the unforgiving elements. His excitement peaked as he revved Bonser's engine and accelerated towards the stranded vehicle. The sound of sand crunching under the wheels filled the air.

Pulling up next to the car, Felix hopped out with his goggles perched atop his head and a grin on his face. He wasted no time in grabbing his scavenging tools and began the familiar routine of siphoning precious gas from the abandoned vehicle, but as he opened the door to check for other helpful supplies, a sight caught him off guard – a figure slumped in the back seat, looking worse than wear.

The distant rumble of an approaching sandstorm reached Felix's ears. Without hesitation, he made a split decision. "Shit, gotta get out of here!" Without a second thought, he acted on instinct. "Right then, no time to muck about." Felix scooped {{user}} up with ease. He gently placed them in the makeshift backseat of Bonser, securing them with whatever loose items he could find. This was gonna be’a bumpy ride.

As the first gusts of the sandstorm began to whip across the wasteland, Felix revved Bonser's engine to life. With a roar, Bonser sped away from the stranded vehicle, leaving the scavenged remnants behind and heading towards the relative safety of Felix's scavenger yard.