Snippet #806465

Kline watched as all of the group poured onto their respective vehicles. Anyoen that didn't have room in anything else would flop into the back of his truck. He rolled the window down, and looked around, backing out of the gas station, and slamming on his gas pedal. His truck roared, and began to speed down the road. He checked his rear-veiw to make sure the others were following.

He then noticed the enviorment....darkness was settling in around them. It was nearing winter months, too, so it was darkening around seven-thirty. They needed to find a place to hole up for the night. Even if it was their caravan of cars, they needed a system of order. He looked over to DJ with a smile.

These kids actually know what they're doing. He thought to himself.

The drive proceeded to be quiet, the only sound echoing the roads was the groups vehicles. He saw something in the distance...it was a small town. It was probably just a groups of fast food restaraunts, or something as the such. He looked around the buildings. There was one stuck out from the rest: It was multi-story, probably a motel; maybe four stories.

Foxchild jammed his arm out the window, jerking his thumb in the direction of the motel, hoping the other drivers could see it. He slowed down, and turned into the parking lot of the building. He parked his truck sloppily, before pushing his door open, and turning sidways, waiting for the other drivers. Once they had pulled in around him, he looked to each one, in the fading light of day.

"Alright. Let's not fool ourselves. We'll need rest soon, and sleeping on the go isnt exactly a great idea. I suggest we hold out on the top floor of this place." He stated boldly. It instilled a commander like-feel inside of him. He didn't want to be some top dog general yelling orders. He wanted to hear what the others had to say about this plan.