Perhaps the bags were a diversion. Either way, Andy knew what he was talking about. Paul gave him a few days’ supplies--food and water--in exchange for his help. They were back on the road with close to a full tank of gas. It was a miracle, Paul felt, their first real miracle he could recall, though they had been very lucky in the past. "I think we're going to be alright," Paul said to Julie as they sped along the highway with Denver less than two hundred miles away. Julie hadn't said much since they hit the road. Paul knew she had disapproved of some of his actions, but which ones he wasn't sure. He had lost count by now. As soon as he helped them, Andy went off with his supplies before they even started the engine. He warned Paul again, telling him that if Paul knew what was good for him and his daughter, they would stay as far away from Denver as possible. His warnings were disregarded, no matter how severe. He could have shown them pictures of a Denver lying in ruins and Paul would have still ventured forward.
