Tris
I curse, crouching to examine the flat tyre. It's punctured, well beyond fixing, and there's not even a spare in the back. Without further thought, I change into a lemn-yellow mechanic's jumpsuit from the back of the truck (that's all there was) and pick up my rucksack. Inside it is a scalpel I scrounged from the morgue, a map from the main reception, a sandwich and a bottle of water. There's an unripe apple hiding in the back of the pickup, so I stow that in my bag as well.
I don't bother looking back as I walk away from the vehicle. With it working, I could've made it to Chicago by morning. Unfortunately, it's going to take much longer than that now I'm on foot. I sigh and continue plodding along the abandoned highway.
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