They were set to move. Joe had strategically parked the vehicles, far apart, to avoid being traced and recaptured by the soldiers. While some cars were parked, far away from their hideout, some others were driven into the sea, and some were parked, deep in the forest.
A car had been left behind, at a petrol station, which had a supermarket, right behind it. They had stolen non-perishable food items from a shop whose owner definitely cares less about, at the moment.
"You guys have a car?", Mark asked, as Joe pulled out a key.
"We stole cars", Joe replied and entered the car. "Get in the car".
Like he was already used to the roads in the forest, Joe drove through a weird path so he wouldn't leave traceable tracks around their hideout.
"Where are we going?", Mark asked.
"There's another
