Escape from the Doomsday, I Relied on My RV to Escape with Great Difficulty

The rain was pattering outside the window. Lin Chen held a cigarette in his left hand and rested his arm on the window sill of the car. His right hand was on the car's gear handle. The RV under his butt was slowly moving forward. He didn't know where he should go when the bell rang. Where in the world could he survive now? Thinking of the ringtone, I lowered my head and looked at my right hand on the gear handle...