You leaned against the window, cheeks smooshed against the glass as you watched the forest sprint by. The radio was busted and the air conditioner was full of dust, but at least this piece of junk was still able to run.

You looked over at Joel, watching as his face contorted in confusion at the map before him. “This… damn thing makes no sense.” He muttered to himself, clearly stressed out of his mind. “Need help?” You inquired, only for him to quickly and firmly refuse, of course, stubborn ass.