Eftwenty

7 Last Ride

It had been a while since Sally had been out of the apartment. When she had first recovered, she had spent all her time looking for some other living person. Eventually she had given up.
She had made her hiding place then. Something about the loneliness made her want to crawl into a hole, so she made one. And it had served her well.

But now things were different. She had met Finster, sort of, and there were these other two also. She didn't want to be alone, but if she had to take sides, she would take Finster's.
She hoped her car would start. It was not the most dependable thing on the road. She had no idea how long it had been sitting. Was it a week? a month? She didn't even know what day it was anymore.

She climbed in though the passenger's door. The driver's side had not opened since that little bump-up a while back. The 38 in the pocket of her hoodie bumped against her as she climbed across the console.
She put the key in, and breathed a short prayer. She heard a click, a hesitation, and then the starter began to grind. It seemed like it would never catch, but finally there was a pop, and the engine fired up, with a cloud of blue smoke. Then, it smoothed out a little, and she shifted into Drive. She would go to the water plant at the river. She didn't know what she could do to help him, but she would try.



*The Fuzz realizes that if someone were to actually read this stuff, they would be getting it sorta backwards. There is a link in the sidebar, "Finster", that will take one to another page with this mess in it's proper order.