I don't very get far at all. After a few stops and starts and encountering blocked routes at every turn, I give up trying to drive to Ocala. It's at least twenty if not thirty miles away, on the minor routes, and I'm so hungry I can't think straight. The nearest town is two miles away from my current position. I get as far as I can by car, and have to walk in the rest. I call my mom as I walk, but she seems to be permanently engaged. So I send her a text to call when she's finished whatever is so important that she is saying. Then I try James. It annoyingly sends me to answerphone. I text him an update on my situation and position. - Left car outside Floral City. Walking in for food and water and to see if anyone is there. How are you doing? Please call me :( - Wynter. It's so hot and I'm dying for a Coke. I think I'm hallucinating, seeing one hovering in front of me, covered in lovely cool condensation drips. The thought of a large Coke full of ice makes my mouth water like crazy and my brain fry even more...I'm getting desperate for a drink.
