The traffic and weather apps were inoperable, but the preloaded maps and navigation were available. As they made their way toward the Fourteenth Street Bridge heading west toward the Pentagon, Katie thought about her staff and friends who might remain in the metro D.C. area out of a sense of loyalty to their jobs and the government. She had a brief sense of guilt for not fulfilling her duties, but her priority was survival and Steven. There were plenty of bureaucrats in Washington who would love to have her job.“I guess it’s obvious,” started Steven. “We’ll avoid the cities at all costs. I have no desire to drive anywhere near Baltimore, Philly, Trenton, or New York before, during, or after the apocalypse.”“According to this navigation app, it’s four hundred and fifty miles to Boston as a straight shot,” said Katie. “If we take a northerly route, finding our way as we go, it will be over five hundred miles.” She picked up the map book and started thumbing through the pages to find the state of Maryland.“Fuck me,”
