Lonely Road State

Part One

The car zoomed onward, away from the crack and rattle of gunfire heard behind them. Oldfield, the driver, peered into the rear view mirror before quickly locking his eyes back onto the road. Roeser piped up, with a small crack in his voice, just barely audible over the roar of the engine. "What the hell, man? You shot a fuggin' tweeter!" Oldfield, sweating and breathing heavily, yelled back to Roeser. "Shut the hell up, okay?! I know what I did! He was gonna call in his friends, and if I hadn't 've shot that fucker in the face, we'd both be dead!" 
"And if you hadn't shot that guy in the face, his buds wouldn't have shot up those farmers, Lewie, and not to mention the car!" Roeser responded, clambering around in the car to sit in the front seat. 
"Oh, so now the fuckin' car is more 'portant than me? I see, Roe, I FUCKIN' see!" Lewie said, before coughing up a storm. Oldfield, being the 'nice guy' he is, hands Lewie a bottle of water. "How about both of you shut the hell up, alright? I've had enough of Roe's screaming and Lew's goddamn potty mouth for one day." Oldfield added, followed by a full minute of silence. Well, you could call it silence if it wasn't for the gunshots in the background that slowly but surely got quieter. 

Oldfield broke the silence. "Lew, where did they hit you?" 
"What, do you need me to point it out on the doll or something? Ahh... slightly left of the lungs, I think. Too dark in here for me to fuckin' see." Lewie tried to raise herself up, but didn't have the strength to do so, and flopped back down on her back. Roe tried to flip around in his seat and reach for his flashlight, in an effort to find where the bullet entered, but Lew grabbed his hand and pushed in away. "I don't want to see it, dumbass! It'll make it hurt more if I see the wound! Ahh, what if it hit something vital? What if it hit my heart? What if it hit my boob!?" 
Oldfield turned around, grabbed Roeser, and pushed him back into his seat. "Don't say shit like that, goddamn it. You're fine! Roe, call up Collins and tell him we're coming back."

Roe pulled out his phone, and dialed Collins' number. Surprisingly, phone service, internet, and satellite communications still worked in the Apocalypse, almost as though the world went on even as they suffered daily. The phone buzzed a little bit, and then picked up. Not waiting for a response, Roe immediately started talking. "Oh, thank god. Collins! Lewie's been shot and we're on our way back to camp. Please tell me you guys are okay!"

"We're fine, Roe. Ah, but it seems Collins' isn't holding up so well, bud. He's got some brain on the wall and some tomato juice on the carpeting!" Kid said, chuckling at his horrible try at a joke. 
Roe tried his hardest to respond without sounding nervous, but ultimately failed. "What the fuck did you do with Collins, Kid?! What the fuck are you talking about?" 
Kid responded, "Watch your language now, Roeser. I just wanna talk about the feng shui of Collins' cabin, now that I 'accidentally' stained the wall red! Ah, I'm just jokin', man. We shot the shit out of your friend. We're coming for you next, by the way. I've already sent Atar out to find you guys. But, I've got no time to chat now, do I?" Kid ended the call, after a dozen seconds of him chuckling like a hyena. 

Oldfield, astonished by what he heard, turned to assumption to resolve his stress. "I knew Kid was bad news. Why'd we let him join up with us? Why didn't we kick him out when we had the goddamn chance!" 
Lew coughed, before chuckling to herself. "I knew it. He's a fuckin' Wheeler, ain't he? Ain't he, Roe?" Roe was on the verge of sobbing by that point, but knew he had to say something. "Y-yeah, I guess. He was always talking about that weird afterlife or some shit like that."
"Wait, what's a wheeler? What afterlife?" Oldfield asked.
Lew pulled herself up with a grunt. "I'll explain it later, just get me to a fuggin' doctor before I make you regret being in the same car as me."

With that, Oldfield picked up speed and drove down the road, with only his headlights guiding him through the night.