At 6:30 in the morning, the gate eventually opened for us and we drove out using our Raptor—trailing behind Jesus and his crew—who had the station wagon at the front followed by random-ass sedan and SUV. I couldn't even identify the base model of their vehicles at this point because they were customized to the point that they were basically franken-cars.
With that said, the communications channel we were in had never been used because we still had a slight headache due to smelling something so fucking foul while they were still sore due to taking in something so fucking big. But yeah, Jose and Isaac were a little worse than us because it seemed like they were dragged into this huge welcoming party for Jesus and his crew and they barely had a wink of sleep.
"Ughhh… Never again…" Isaac groaned from the back.
"Tough night?"
"Bro… Those guys… Those guys can fucking drink, I tell ya… And you HAVE to pass out LIKE fucking pass out before they leave you alone…"
"How'd you two survive?"
Jose answered, "We hid in Jesus' station wagon, covered ourselves with— Ughh… Fuck my head… we uhh… We covered ourselves with this shitty blanket and we had to endure hearing him and Meg having wild sex in the front seat and boy they made fucking use of the gear shift—"
Isaac interjected after taking a pill for his headache, "Brooo… you should've heard her moans— Fuck~ It was so—"
I tried to wave him off, "That's enough, dude. Both of you: get some sleep while we're on the road, I'll wake you up when we arrive."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Fuckin' A, thanks!"
At that moment, it didn't even take a second before the two collapsed on the back, and even if the four of us had the vehicle to ourselves once again, no one tried to do anything because our noses were basically sniffing the fuck out of the perfume Kaley brought.
However, it didn't take long before we drove into this small town of sorts—the first of the few stops we had to go through—that had a small crew that belong to the De Leon Family.
They were inside this radio station of sorts that had decent walls and a nice vantage point provided by the tall antenna tower. It didn't look like it was self-sustainable but due to how close it was to their main HQ, a simple resupply or run back was very easy to do.
With that said, Jesus nonchalantly used his horn to try and announce our presence and they returned with a few beeps of their horn before a couple of people started to approach the gate. And once they met eyes with Jesus' crew and our group, their eyes just grew wide when they saw Quinn step out of my vehicle.
"Ah— Mornin'! W-Wanna have some coffee—"
Quinn quickly shut the person down, "We're good," then she turned to Jesus, "What are we doing here again?"
Jesus answered while he was already holding a box of various supplies, "We're late. Might as well do this on the way. At the rate we're going, we'll probably reach the springs in four—maybe five hours."
"Cheh," Quinn rolled her eyes but didn't say much.
Jesus handed over the box to the person they were speaking to, "Here ya go. Anyway, anything we should be careful of?"
The guy chuckled at the question, "Dude, it's only been half a day since you stopped by."
"So?"
"Huh?"
"A lot can happen in that timeframe."
I nodded inwardly, 'True.'
The guy eventually scratched his head, "Well~ The cameras haven't picked up on anything, and the traps we set still weren't triggered yet so it'll probably be quiet in this front until you know, something happens further out."
"I see—"
"Oh! Wait, there IS something."
"Hmm? What is—"
"Why the fuck do you look like you got a stick up your ass? Like literally! You look—"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
At that moment, Jesus tried to shut him up by covering his mouth but Quinn just straight up started dying-laughing as everyone else from Jesus' crew looked like they puckered their but and failed because of the lasting damage that we did.
I thought we'd lounge around for a bit more but Jesus quickly drove ahead of us to save some face. But after a few miles or so, the same guy started to broadcast what he uncovered to the channels available, and it was the first time I noticed that Jesus failed to shift properly.
But looking at the road we were driving currently, it seemed like the dead were nonexistent but each town we'd pass by looked like a ghost town due to the number of people living in them. We drove into a few more outposts—pretty much in the same state as the first one—but we did have to stop for a bit in one of them because a few of their crew had medical problems we could solve and remedy.
And to add to that, Jesus looked more and more responsible than he looked cause he made sure everyone had a fair cut of the supplies they brought, everyone was fucking healthy, their vehicles were in working condition, the threat outside was minimal, etc.
'Was Quinn just leading by pure tyranny? I mean, the engines she's building could save everyone a lot of trouble in the future but the pedestal I put her in was starting to get lower and lower…'
I just shook my head from creating that train of thought because even Logan was a fucking single digit. I haven't met this Jordan guy and that Lucy chick too but I'm thinking that they had a lot of responsibility on their shoulders because they're probably running a much more important outpost than the ones we stopped by.
But yeah, it didn't take long before our peaceful ride—relatively speaking—turned into something disturbing when we stopped by one of those rest stops along the road where people on long bus rides can kick it off for a bit or something similar.
Jesus' voice was heard on the radio.
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*bzzt*
[You're all seeing that shit, right?]
*bzzt*
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