Chapter 115: Straight to the target.
Darkness enveloped the lands and the silence grew more oppressive. Mark had believed that they would reach their destination before the end of the day, but even as an hour passed since the sun set he didn’t see any signs of a human settlement.
"Say, did we make a stop along the way?"
He had checked the time after switching places with Franco and realized that the Italian hadn’t switched with Lara as they had planned beforehand.
It was probably his way of being considerate of the moment they were having, which made Mark wonder how long he had been sleeping on Lara’s lap.
"No," Lara replied after a brief silence. "That did not happen."
"We made a slight detour along the way." Franco got up from the bench he was napping on, stretched his arms, and yawned. "The first road was destroyed."
"Oh, I see..."
Intact roads were a luxury in a dying world. It should have been clear that they wouldn’t always get to go with the ones they chose. Mark felt a little bad for having slept through it all, and since he had been following the other truck he never even noticed that they were driving on a different road.
"We shouldn’t be too far though. There is-"