The yellow lines on the highway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren't and we knew it. We were running away from something and running was never the path to freedom. I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought about suggesting abandoning this crazy, mad escape to a city that might not even exist. To go back and accept the consequences, go back to where we knew it was safe.
I know though we could never go back, for we have committed the ultimate crime. We left the compound. No one is aloud to leave, ever. They told us we were the last standing community of survivors, the last of human kind.
All but a small group accepted what they told us with no questions asked. That small group I soon found myself apart, couldn't accept that the compound was the last standing city. Surly a small group of humans could've survived in some other place, we couldn't be the last city standing.
So when we heard rumors of another city in the mountains of Oklahoma, my group of non conformers hatched a plan. Escape and find this mysterious city. We decided we would leave under the cover of night, right when the guards changed shifts. We had made it out and even managed to steal a car.
The farther away we got the worst the escape went. We had just reached a town that was once known as Davis, Oklahoma, when the car we had stolen ran out of gas. With no way of obtaining gas we were forced to walk. It was once again night time and the temperature dropped dangerously low.
Slowly freezing to death with no suitable shelter near by we had started to lose hope. When out of no where John cried out joyfully, pointing to a sign. A sign that restored our hope.
