K I M B E R L E Y'S P O V
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The car runs to a stop after moving for so long on the straight and narrow path. We reach the spot where we can both see it is safe enough to stop and make a phone call.
The wide rage of land is empty, and it is a bit isolated. We found a phone in at the back seat and we've been trying to get it working.
“Any lock with that?” Uncle Matt says and I turn to him, slapping the back of the phone against my palm.
“No luck,” I say to him and he sighs as he steps out of the car.
I toss the phone to his seat behind the steering wheel as I get frustrated, and just push my car door open to get some fresh air. . .
“What do we do about this. We are absolutely stranded, and we have absolutely no where to go. We have no d
