Or how at eight-thirty this morning you didn't even know your traveling companion and now, at nearly eleven in the morning, you're both eating beef jerky and donuts with a stiff chaser of cold coffee.
"I think if we keep to back roads, we'll be safer. We can keep avoiding the bigger towns if we keep turning off on these roads," Katie said to Jenni.
Jenni peered down at the map she had found in the glove compartment.
"Okay, I think I can figure it out. " It felt good for Katie to be making choices.
It felt good to have a role to play again. Mother and wife were gone, but she could be Katie's helper.
Katie sat in the driver's seat, arm propped on the edge of the door, her head resting on her hand, driving along as the dog they had discovered in the back of a truck slept halfway on her lap. Jenni could tell that Katie was struggling not to let her emotions get the best of her. A few times Katie had touched the cell phone beside her and Jenni could see the internal struggle not to flip the phone open to look at the photo.
Jenni sighed. She didn't even have photos. She had nothing. Nothing at all.
Except for Katie, the dog, the truck and the winding road.
Along the way they had seen other vehicles, driving fast down the road, usually toward the city, the panicked people inside barely glancing at them as they flashed by. In one small town they had seen no signs of life at
all. At one point, a farmhouse on a hill was being boarded up in the distance by tiny moving figures as they passed.
But yet, they felt very alone.
"We can't drive forever. We'll have to stop eventually and get more gas.
More supplies. " Katie sighed. "But heading into a highly populated area will do us no favors. Back roads are the way to go. "
Jenni pursed her lips and carefully ran her finger along the lines on the map. Slowly, her eyes strayed up to the national park. She shivered slightly, her head swimming…
How could she be such a bad mother?
Jason, her stepson, was still up there camping out with the freshmen high school class of his private school. Far away from the city, his dead father and half-brothers…
How could she have forgotten him?
Tiny fingers straining under the front door rose menacingly in her mind and she felt herself shudder. Her stomach coiled and she reached out a hand to brace herself against the dashboard.
"Hey, are you okay?" Katie's gentle hand stroked her hair. "Hey, Jenni?"
Jenni looked up at her, shaken. "I…uh…forgot my son. "
Katie flicked her gaze toward Jenni, then back at the road. "No, hon, we couldn't bring him…he…" Her voice faltered.
Jenni shook her head. "No, not Mikey…not him. Jason. My stepson…I forgot about him until just now…I…how could I…I'm…"
Her zombified husband was right. She was a bad mother. Incompetent.
Stupid.
Katie continued to stroke her hair while trying to keep her eyes on the winding road. "It's okay. It's okay. This whole day is fucked up. It's confusing.
It's okay. "
Jenni felt tears rolling down her cheeks. "I just…forgot him. He just came to live with us last year. But I shouldn't have forgotten him, should I?"
Katie slowly pulled the truck over and drew Jenni tight into her arms and gave her a firm hug. "It's okay. Calm down…shhh…shhh…"
Jenni clung to her desperately and whispered, "I try so hard. "
"It's okay. It's okay. Maybe he got out of the house," Katie said softly.