Cutty has just informed me that the fuel situation is getting serious. I could care less.
We’ve been riding in silence for about a half hour. The roads are fucked up anyway and we haven’t even gone more than a half a mile. Frankly, we don’t even know where we’re going anymore with the rescue station being a loss.
I can’t get that kid out of my head. How could I let that happen? He didn’t do anything to anyone. I could’ve thrown him over the rail instead of myself. I could’ve not wasted time taking any shots. I just stirred a hornet’s nest… and these hornets don’t sting… they just wanna eat your fucking face off.
Oh, lovely, we’ve stopped. What now?