Chapter Eight: La Carretera (pt1)

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"Uy." Mamí hissed, a worried look flashed over her face as I got closer.

"What happened?" Alexander asked immediately as he leaned against the back of her seat.

"This is going to be difficult to drive through."

No kidding.

It looked like this whole highway had turned into one huge traffic accident on both sides of the lanes. There was a big truck overturned and cars stuck on their sides... a few of them were black with soot--their hoods melted and crushed. There weren't any muertos... but even the cars that weren't wrecked had been abandoned--some doors left flung open as if the owners had left running and hadn't had time to shut them. The RVs were so big that going through the maze of destroyed cars would be an incredible -and incredibly nerve-wracking- feet.

Heck, it'd be magic if the RVs didn't get stuck.

"Huh... it looks like we're stopping." Mamí murmured in confusion as the RV in front of ours stalled. Which really wasn't that surprising.

Camila slammed into the back of my legs before tugging on my overalls insistently, "I can't see."

A small snort escaped from my pressed lips, but I lifted her up and propped her on my hip anyway, "You're getting too big for this, Cami."

She didn't say anything, ignoring the comment without looking at me as she wrapped one skinny arm around my neck for balance before pointing at the sheriff... he and a few others got out of the vehicles, "Mira!"

Alexander scowled, "Are we going out there too?" he asked as Isabella came up behind me.

More of the other group spilled out onto the highway, coming together into a clump to discuss... something before they started dispersing and roaming through the cars.

"No." Mamí said firmly without looking back at us, she lowered her window and poked her head out, "Is something wrong?"

"Dale's RV broke down!" Glenn called back before jogging over so that he didn't have to shout... he looked so small as he looked up, all of us crowded closer to the window to peer down at him, "While we get it running again, Rick wants us to scavenge what we can from the cars."

"I see..." as if on cue Eva started crying, "I can't go out right now, Evita needs to be fed."

Glenn's face pinks, Alexander's chuckle is catching as Isabella and I started giggling at the man's embarrassment, "Oh! Okay!" he squeaked out, "I'll, uh, tell them your, um, occupied at the moment." before sprinting back to the main group. Even Mamí snorted at Glenn's retreat before closing the window, turning the engine off, and getting up to tend to my youngest sister.

My arms had grown numb, so I plopped Camila back onto her feet and pushed her toward one of the puppies, "Go play."

She didn't need more prompting than that.

Before picking up Eva, Mamí unbuckled Olivia and let her roam around. Olivia squealed happily as she was finally able to throw herself towards the puppies with glee, I snorted when an alarmed puppy ran straight to Dottie for cover. It only took Mamí a couple of seconds to plop down at the booth and bring Eva to her chest.

Isabella tugged on my shirt, "Didn't we bring the special pillow from the nursery?" when I nodded, she grinned, "I'll get it!" before running to the bedroom.

"You guys did a really good job cleaning up in here." Mamí praised as Isabella came tripping back with the green boppy pillow, "Gracias, mija."

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