"You know, Rach," Axel said, with a smirk on his face. "You've managed to look pretty good in an apocalypse." He kept his left hand on the steering wheel of the old Dodger Ram, while he turned down the music with his right. There was no radio anymore, just the country tunes from his old iPod, which was almost dead. "If they ever turn our story into a movie, they better find a real hot actress to play you."
Rachel lifted her head from the cool window. "It might be tough," she said jokingly. "Stop the car. I gotta take a piss." Axel pulled over off the road. Not that it was necessary; there weren't any other cars around. They both hopped out, and while Rachel was emptying her bladder, Axel checked the tailgate to see how much food they had left. They sure were running low. It had been about a week since they had left California.
"Where are we at?" Rachel asked, hopping into the cab again. Axel walked over to the passenger side and leaned against the open door.
"We're in Kansas. I think there may be a little town up ahead. We better stop and see if there's a little market or something that no one has raided yet." Rachel nodded, and he kissed her on the forehead. He climbed back into the driver's seat, and they were on there way yet again.