>>446796585The A votes have it.
After a few more hours of driving, you ask Bill to take over. His bleeding has stopped, thankfully, and he's wrapped a shirt around it in place of a bandage. As there wasn't much more on hand at the time, it was the best that could be done.
Annie has been wide awake for hours, scared to death that you might encounter more dead, or even worse, another assassin. You encourage her by saying that there's always going to be people out there who want you dead. ...Shit. That didn't come out the way you thought it would. It's okay, though. She doesn't even know what the hell /b/ is.
After about seven hours, Bill has driven you to the middle of the mountains.
In this light, it looks photographic. The kind of thing that people put in books? That can't even compare with this. This is a vision of perfection. An oasis. You've reached the real-world nirvana.
There aren't any dead anywhere. The area is completely secluded.
Parking on the side of a freeway, you all climb out of the car and let out a sigh of relief as you stretch your legs.
Suddenly, there's the crack of thunder, and a white flash as bright as lightning.
Again and again, you hear the cracking sound. It doesn't matter how many times you hear it; it always makes you jump. One, two, three, four... twenty or more times you hear the sounds, followed by a bright flash.
And all around, there are clouds rising from nothingness. Blinding light is replaced by mushroom clouds.