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is more stubborn.” Alex declared.
    Reaching her slender arm in front of me, she slammed her palm against the horn, not only startling me, but nearly giving Boomer heart failure. I felt the vehicle bounce as the large man shot straight up, whacking his head on the metal roof. I heard the skull thump the metal and couldn’t help but cringe at the sound.
    “Oh good your awake. Good morning Boomer” Alex boasted
    I watched the man shoot daggers through his eyes as he glared at his sister, trying to soothe his no doubt pounding head with his hand. I handed a bottle of water and a bag of chips back, hoping to make peace.
    “Here you go big guy, the breakfast of champions!”
    Not even a fake smile. Nothing. This was going to be a long day I thought to myself. The only sounds filling the car were that of the occasional crunching of undesirable junk food. A very long ten minutes passed before Alex broke the silence.
    “I spotted some pod creatures in the trees this morning; we probably have maybe an hour before we are noticed. How much gas do we have?” She spoke like an expert; all I could do is stare at her.
    “Hello? Earth to Trevor” She waved her hand in front of my blank stare. I hate when she does that!
    “I-I-don’t know” I muttered, still waking up
    “Well don’t you think you ought to look?” she said sarcastically
    I take a deep breath and released it slowly before looking at the gauge. It really is going to be one of those days. I thought to myself
    “About a half a tank of gas. Do we have any more in the trunk?”
    “Bone dry”
    “I hate to say it Alex, but we haven’t really seen many vehicles since the state line .We may be on foot soon.” I looked down hoping my sneakers would save me. Wishing they would. I always hated giving bad news, especially in situations where you are somehow deemed the leader of a group you never planned on joining.
    Alex just sighed and slowly fastened her seatbelt.
    “Maybe we will get lucky.” She stated sarcastically
    “Let’s just make the most of it and try to get out of Pennsylvania before dark.”
    *~*~*
    Chapter 7
    He looked at his frail reflection and stuck out his tongue. Jedd examined the yellowing of his teeth and poked at his thinning cheeks. Three weeks confined to the sleeping quarters eating the scraps found in soldiers bags took its toll.
    He looked down at the slender package he held in his hand, another bit of beef jerky. The last of any food source he could find. He flung trash from his cot, satisfying the anger that was swelling deep within his very soul. Only in Missouri can you find more guns and ammo than food! He thought to himself.
    He tapped the digital watch strapped to his wrist and let the time register in his mind. Three thirty seven. He looked down again. Three thirty eight! He thought. Not that time really mattered much when a man is waiting to die; it was more or less a nasty habit he had acquired over the past few days.
    Standing, he slowly stretched and picked up his rifle. His shoes clicked against the floor as he walked to the large metal door. Pressing his ear against it he listened intently. Silence. He could feel his heart flip flop for a brief moment, hoping the time has finally come.
    He pulled away and allowed the feeling of hope to overtake anger, if only for this one moment. “With all the soldiers dead, surely they would move on. The baboons would have no reason to stay right?” he muttered to himself, another bad habit a condemned man acquired.
    He gently placed his ear to the door and swings his rifle around. Listening intently he brought the butt towards the metal and held it, letting it linger. Three hard hollow knocks on the mental and he froze.
    Nothing happened. Jedd could feel the joy and happiness start to creep up, salvation just within his grasp. He held his breath and slowly brought the butt towards the metal once more. He didn’t even make it to the second knock when a loud screech from just beyond the