Time was starting to blend together. Everything looked the same. So much corn! Plants. Something. Something yellow. He was getting so tired of yellow! The sun was setting. He was pretty sure he had been driving through this field all day. Maybe longer. Was he dead? Was this the afterlife? The afterlife could stop being yellow, any time.
He was getting tired. Could you get tired after you died? Maybe not. Just a never-ending field of yellow plants in the world of the living, then. If he didn't find a paved road in the next hour, he was making camp out here. Again. He would need to devise a way to collect water if this went on for much longer. Maybe he would try eating the plants. Sorry, farmers. A man's got to do whatever it takes to survive. He would pay them back in free fertilizer.