The Hummer's tires crunched over the salt-stained slush, the sound muffled by the thick silence of the passengers inside. Zubair drove with one hand on the wheel, the other on his thigh, unmoving. Lachlan sat in the passenger seat, boot propped against the dash, half-tuned in to the static on the emergency radio.
Sera sat in the back, quiet, content to watch the buildings pass in fractured reflection on the tinted glass.
They'd loaded up as much as they could carry from the supply depot—ramen, rice, oil, dry protein. The Hummer was full. So was the secondary truck trailing behind them.
"Still light out," Zubair muttered, glancing at the clock embedded in the dash.
"Three hours till sunset, give or take," Lachlan added. "Could hit one more spot."
"I'm not sure there's room for anything else," Sera said dryly.
