Chapter 7: Las Vegas, Nevada

20 hours of driving. Willis chugged the rest of his coffee. It was cold and gross, but ultimately better than crashing the car. Tucker shifted for the hundredth time in the past hour. His muscles ached to be out of the car. He didn’t complain though. The world was ending. There were worse things. They could have woken up to zombies, or earthquakes, or ash covering the skies. It could have been worse. Willis had tried to explain what was happening. About the different elements reacting wrongly, and the earth’s resonance being off. How they were in a parallel world. At first he was worried Willis was having a nervous breakdown. He wouldn’t blame him, but it didn’t seem likely. The older tended to plan for everything. If he needed something he went to Willis. He always had an answer.

“Do you remember how many miles the last sign said?” Willis asked.

Tucker looked over, “I wasn’t paying attention. Why?”