Elliot's P.O.V.
As difficult as it was to lay low and not go hunting for food or supplies, I knew that it was what I and my little band of vengeful mutts had to do. My daughter had managed a grocery delivery through one of those phone apps that I could never figure out, so that had tided us over for a few days. It was just too hot in the area for us to move locations right now.
But I wanted to move back up north soon. I had to, just to make this unending pain in my chest go away. My jaw clenched tight as I looked down at the cup of instant noodles sitting on the broken and ramshackle table before me. Goddess, why was I being tortured this way?
Mindy and William were seated off to the side, going over travel plans and a map of the backroads all along the Appalachian Trail. I tasked her
