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consulting the map one more time, Floyd pulled up the anchor and headed east along the shoreline to a little patch of waterways known as Anaheim Bay. He didn’t even know Anaheim had a bay. He thought Anaheim was just where Mickey Mouse lived in his Magic Kingdom. In fact, Anaheim Bay wasn’t even in Anaheim. It was next to the Seal Beach pier. Of course, there were no seals, either. Whatever.
    Although some of the surrounding area was residential, most of it wasn’t. There was a tiny commercial dock of some sort with road access to Pacific Coast Highway. The 405 freeway was only a couple of miles away from here. Floyd hoped they could find a working vehicle of some sort that had at least a few gallons of gas in the tank to start with. He had a long way to go before he could rebuild a truck like Freedom.
    Of course, now that he had Mikki, he might consider a different vehicle, like a minivan or something. The bigger the vehicle, however, the smaller the gas mileage, and Floyd didn’t feel like driving in the same enclosed space as a couple dozen cans of gasoline. Not only would the fumes kill him, but a stray bullet from some raider could blow him to bits. Whatever wheels he found, he would have to find a way to armor it.
    Mikki stirred in her sleep and groaned. Her head felt twice its size. Eventually one eye opened and she groggily asked where they were. Floyd explained they were heading to shore. He handed her a couple of aspirin he had found in a medicine cabinet and a glass of water. He had already taken all the Band-Aids and packaged alcohol wipes he found inside, along with some toothbrushes and a couple tubes of toothpaste. At least their breath would be minty fresh when they left the boat.
    “Are you hungry?” Floyd asked as he maneuvered up to the dock. A huge freighter of some sort was tied up there, but there was plenty of room for Floyd to pull in behind it.
    “Kinda sorta,” Mikki answered. “But I don’t think I’m gonna wanna eat anything for a while. Let’s just get off this tub.”
    She pulled on all her gear, including her helmet, checked her weapons and jumped off onto the dock. Solid ground had never felt so good before! Floyd tied off the boat and joined her.
    “Here we go again, Mikki.”
    “Here we go again, Floyd.”
    She tagged the side of the boat with their logo and turned her back on it, the ocean, and her past eight hours of misery. Her stomach already felt better. She actually might want to eat something soon, but she knew they were down to their last couple of MREs. They had to make what little food they had last until they could find more.
    They wouldn’t find it here, though. The dock was deserted and the big freighter appeared to be empty as well. With no vehicles in sight, they started walking.
    They walked under the Pacific Coast Highway overpass. PCH went the wrong way, so they kept proceeding north towards the freeway. On the other side of PCH was a yard with about six buildings, some big cranes, and other construction equipment. The buildings all held piles of cement bags, road barricades and other items that were completely useless to them. Mikki led Floyd in inspecting the few vehicles in the area. She bypassed a beautiful Lexus and a few other nicer cars and headed over to a beat-up old Datsun B-210. The parts of the car that weren’t rusted were a sickly lime green. It looked like someone ate pea soup and threw up all over it.
    “You said you can drive a stick, right, Floyd?”
    “Yup.”
    “Alright, then.”
    Mikki couldn’t drive a stick, but she knew enough to make sure the car was in neutral as she reached under the dash and yanked out a couple of wires. She used her combat knife to strip away the insulation and then touched the wires together. The starter whined and the old engine sputtered and coughed, but eventually managed to fire up. Or…sputter up, rather. When the gauges came alive, she saw there was only about a quarter of a tank of gas, but the dinky