Allen Peletier drove the old, 1981 F 150 truck they found shortly after the farm right behind the Grimes in their car and in front of Glenn and Maggie in the Kia. The radio was softly playing a tape of Bob Dylan, 'Bring It All Back Home' album from well before his mother, Carol, was probably alive. His traveling companion today was the nauseated Lu Dixon who was snoozing beside him.
She'd been like this for days now. Lori suggested that it was from malnourishment. When she did eat it was weird things she claimed that was eatable such as Cattails, Chickweed, Clovers and anything else that pretty much starts with the letter 'C'. Allen, who had been watching her and how she's learned to adapt, thinks it's been the crazy shrooms she's been munching on the past couple days. One would think a girl who's learned from the best survival-man around would know the mushrooms that grow around cow pies cause hallucinations.
Carol rode with Daryl now that Lu can hardly sit up straight for long periods of time. Lu always rode with her uncle otherwise on the bike, only on rare occasions such as this illness would she ride with Allen in the truck. She has not, however, been able to drive the truck or bike yet.
"Tell me why you can't drive yet? It's not that you don't know how because I've seen you. Won't Daryl allow it? Too many people on the road I suppose could be dangerous." He teased.
"I'm not eighteen yet." She started. "When I was eighteen I could take my driver's test."
"Why's that?"
"I got caught driving without a license." She admitted then smiled.
He gawffed. "You got caught sneaking around on your permit, didn't you?"
She looked at him and put her head in her palm. "Not exactly..."
"Okay, okay." He gleemed, "How old were you?"
She hesitated. "A month before I turned fifteen."
He raised a brow. "Want to elaborate a little on that?"
"No!" But the she started again. "Wasn't like I stole the car and no one knew where I was. I was living with my Grandpa Will at the time and I was going to the cabin up in the mountains. I drove the back roads, no one would've caught me."
"Eventually they did." He gawffed.
"You're one to talk. Still driving on your farmer's permit?"
He shrugged. "I'd go in to get my license, but the DMV's never open…"