Laurie swallowed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Okay, car, don’t fail me now.” He stepped down on the gas.
And thank God, the car rolled forward smoothly for the piece of shit it was. 8
Laurie found the overgrown track that would eventually lead to the bunker, and he steered his piece of shit car into it. Overgrown was putting it mildly; he knew if he pushed his car too hard, it would get stuck, either because its tires became mired in the deep ruts or the weeds tangled with the undercarriage and clogged the engine. Already the path behind him was obscured by the weeds and underbrush, and only careful examination would reveal a car had taken this path.
This is going to be an adventure, Laurie assured himself. Only…How am I supposed to get an injured man plus his belongings to the bunker?