11 Allie and Kylie
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“s**t,” said Justice, tapping on the gas gauge, thirty minutes out of Rockford. “I think we’re running out of gas already.”
Allie leaned over and looked at the gauge. “Why does it say that it’s half-full, then?”
“Must be broken.”
“Are we going to make it to the next town?” asked Kylie, staring into darkness, which held nothing but fields, trees, and the walking dead.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I think we’re screwed.”
“How far is it to the next town?” asked Allie.
“Janesville is another thirty miles, but we should be able to find an abandoned vehicle along the way. A farmstead or something,” he replied.
“We have to walk?” squeaked Kylie, in horror. “In the darkness, all alone?”
He shrugged. “Well, you can wait in the truck until I come back with some
