We have been on the road for about 2 months now and so far, nothing has come into view that can lead us anywhere closer to our destination.
Sleeping at unfamiliar houses, hunting for food in dangerous areas, I don’t even know if this car can hold the pressure of us anymore.
“Oh, no,” I hope it’s the car still rattling and not the petrol, “What’s wrong?” I examine Orange, panicking, “Petrol,”
Our worse enemy, “Where now? Where are we?” Orange step on the pedal to push the car, I don’t know how long this car will last, but I hope we reach something soon.
“A lot closes, keep eyes for a petrol station,” The car rattles more, “There,” He takes a sharp turn, “I hope it’s empty,” Orange rattles to a full stop, “Will it fit?”
“I think so,” Who knows if there are even petrol inside, “I will po
