He wanted to shout at these idiots to get off the road and stop wasting gas, but then again he was one of them. Although he supposed the streets couldn't stay this congested for long since eventually each and every one of these vehicles would run out of gas and have no way to refuel. Which wouldn't matter much to him because he'd already be long gone. As he drove he turned on his radio, something he hadn't done for a long time since he preferred to plug in his phone and listen to playlists. Unsurprisingly all the stations were broadcasting news or talk show host commentary or rebroadcasting the President's speech, with music few and far between. Trev flipped around a bit looking for something he was interested in. For the moment all the news was either grim discussion about the Gulf refineries attack and speculation on who'd carried it out, or hopeful stories about people all over the nation calling in to express their love of their country and commit to helping out their communities any way they could.
What do You think about Fuel (Best Laid Plans Book 1)?
