Stopping every chance we got to grab fuel from abandoned trucks was becoming our new hobby. Almost like looking for out of state license plates for a kid on a road trip, we kept a sharp eye out for diesel trucks or even tankers to grab fuel from.
Grabbing a tanker would be great to have along though. Might ask A.J. about someone else driving one, we'd move slower but we'd have fuel for a long time. As we pass back through Little Rock I try to see the spot we were surrounded at over the tops of abandoned apartment buildings. I can see the street but not the exact place.
Best not to dwell on it. It's over with and we're moving on. We'll make the former state of Nebraska by three or four o'clock if the path is as clear as it is now. Fast interstate driving, of course speeding but there's no troopers left, no cops, nothing to slow us down but infected people who see us as a meal on wheels.
Got to keep moving, we stay safe when we're moving.
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