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The air inside Victor’s car was heavy and tense when we got on the road again the next day. A few times, Morgan tried to initiate a light conversation, but none of us gave him much attention. We only stopped twice for gas and to stock up on food we could eat in the car since our plan was to arrive in Wichita later that evening. We’d meet Brock, the other priest, sleep a little, and head to Cathedral Rock the next morning.
During each stop, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. We saw sinister figures. Everyone looked scared and wary, surrounded by poverty and destruction. Each gas station and store was protected with gates and metal doors. It was a pain to get in, and almost as hard to get out.
The clouds grew darker and thicker as we approached the city. Morgan had contacted
