He kept the bus chugging away until the very last drop of gasoline sputtered out of the tank. We ended up in the small town of Whitney, Nevada around nightfall. We could have cut through Vegas, but big cities were magnets for Plagued and Soulless. Vegas was one of the places that had been pitifully easy to obliterate. So many people packed in so little space with the worst hiding spots possible. The Plague spread like wildfire there, and it got so bad that Simon didn’t even have to drop by. Kade however… Kade loved breaking Vegas. He was a hurricane when he went into the city to torch it. Logan had been forced to follow him. I’d never seen my oldest brother so angry. The Rust Bus died around Tropicana, one mile from the nearest gas station. We all had to get out and push the yellow turd to the pumps. After nearly an hour of huffing and puffing and shoving, we got the stupid thing to the gas station, which was right beside a Wal-Mart. Pushing a bus for about an hour, bad.
