Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 4: Gas?

Kat's P.O.V

I hope that won't be the last time we see Morgan and Dwayne. I look out the window and stare at the trees. I have a good feeling about Atlanta. We're gonna find our families there, I just know it. I can feel it.

***

I must have passed out because I'm woken up by Rick getting back into the car and starting the engine.

"Sorry to wake you." He says with a little smile.

"It's okay, where'd you run off to?"

"Just went to take care of some unfinished business." He says, I can tell it was more than just 'business' by the look on his face, but I leave it alone. I turn the radio on but all we here is static. Rick presses the CD button and country music begins to play.

"Good Lord!" I mutter as he starts to hum along to the music.

"What you don't like country?" He asks with a grin the size of Texas. "What kinda redneck are you?"

"That's all my daddy ever played! I'm not sayin' I don't like it, give me a guitar and I'll play till my fingers bleed! I'm just not that big of a fan." I explain as he starts to laugh, both of us singing along to the music.

***

We've been on the road for a couple hours now. After multiple washrooms breaks from yours truly, we're actually starting to make some real progress. My daddy always made fun of me for having such a small bladder, said he wouldn't be able to stay sane with the amounts of times we would have to stop. I miss my daddy, I miss his tight bear hugs, I miss his laugh, his smile, the sound of his voice...

"Broadcasting on an emergency channel, we'll be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond. Hello? Hello?" The sound of Rick's voice brings me out of my thoughts, "Can anybody hear my voice? Anybody out there? Anybody hear me, please respond. Hello, can you hear my voice? Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?" I hope somebody's out there listening to this 'cause if he says hello one more time I'm gonna flip. "Anybody who reads, please respond. Broadcasting on an emergency channel. We'll be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond." He repeats one last time before he put the speaker back in its place.

"You know we never got to finish our game of 21 questions, right?" I say trying to lighten the mood. It seems to have works because judging by the smile on his face he wants to play.

"Okay, let's play." He says glancing at me, smiling.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Pass!" He laughs.

"Fine. Ummm, what's your favorite colour?"

"Blue. How old are you?" He asks.

"I was 12 when I was first put in the hospital, gonna be 13 in July. If July hasn't already passed...." I trail off. "Favorite type of food?" I ask, changing the subject. Not wanting to think about how long we've been in our comas and the world collapsing during them.

"Chinese. Yours?"

"Really?! Mine too!" We both laugh.

"Did you have any pets? Before this?" I guess, weaving my hand through the wind out my window.

Rick chuckles before answering, "No, it was just me, Lori and Carl."

"Tell me about 'em." I ask, "Sorry." I say not thinking before I speak, as usual.

"No, it's okay." He assures, "Lori's my wife-"

"No shit Sherlock." I mutter to myself causing Rick to lightly laugh. "Sorry sorry, continue."