He had to get out of there, and he’d remembered something Lync had told him—his dad had a bunker out in the woods outside of town. The thing was, he’d need a car to get there. Laurie had seen a bunch of cars in driveways and at the curb on the trek from home, but he didn’t have the time or the knowledge to hotwire one. He’d have to go for his own car; he crossed his fingers that it was still where he’d left it.
He took the side streets, using caution, and he had a couple of close calls, but finally he reached the parking lot behind the bar he’d been in the night before.
His piece of shit car was still there, a parking ticket stuck under the windshield wiper. He threw it away. Like the courts were going to haul his ass to jail because he didn’t pay the fine. He tossed the bag Rod had given him onto the front seat, then unstrapped the bugout bag and swung it in as well. Finally, he pulled out his keys and climbed into the car.