130 Days

Day 87

Leo, who apparently can syphon gasoline out of cars, made sure our tank and an extra gas can were full before we left the trailer park; so we are able to drive through the night, sleeping in turns and pulling over for half-hour naps occasionally. The sunrise over the farms and mountains turns the sky yellow then somehow fades it to clear blue. The forests are half dead and the farms are flooded. By the time the sun reaches the height of the mountains, it is already beginning to feel hot. With Leo driving, I notice how sticky and sweaty I'm starting to feel.

"Dammit." He says under his breath.

"What now?" I ask, but am answered when the car slows down to a stop. Leo puts it in park and sighs.

"Out of gas." He says. I sigh, too.

"And now, we walk." I say, picking PJ up off the dashboard and getting out of the car. Leo grabs our bags and I set Parker Joe inside the duffle before strapping him over my shoulder. Of course when we run out of gas, we're in the middle of nowhere. There's no place to stay out here, so we start our journey in the blistering sunlight.

If the sun is dying, why is it suddenly ten times brighter and hotter outside? I mentally rant to myself, while also wondering what the true answer to that question is. Maybe nothing scientists have ever told us is true. Maybe it's a big conspiracy- keeping knowledge from the public for some power-government reason- or maybe it's all just bullshit and guessing.

I guess no one can ever really know what's happening out there in space, or why, and no one can know what will be next. So for now, we just walk toward the mountains and cities in the distance. We walk until our feet refuse to carry us.

A/N- Prepare for more frequent updates. Prepare for a lot of things. 

Later, bookworms.