Disclaimer and Spoilers: See Chapter One
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Chapter Four: Radio
The Toyota Celica he'd stolen was beginning to make him feel more than a little claustrophobic, but it had been the only car with a full tank of gas in the lot.
He'd been driving south for God only knew how long and he'd yet to find a radio station he could listen to for more than a few songs.
In another light, he supposed that could be considered a good thing since it kept his mind off of things he didn't want to think about.
Barely ten miles into his drive he'd realized the downside to his decision to leave the bus. As driver, he had to pay attention to the road, but that didn't mean that part of his mind wasn't trying to think about all that had happened. The radio helped to provide a distraction but he'd decided to get himself back onto public transportation as soon as possible.
He looked down at the gas gauge and saw that he had less than a quarter tank of gas. He hoped the car would make it close enough to the next town so that he could walk the rest of the way. His wounds were healing, but now he needed to start building his stamina back up.
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To be continued…
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A/N: No offense to Celica drivers, but I didn't think it would be a practical car for a tall person.
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