A newfound purpose drove him. Mike stuffed a backpack with non-perishable food and other supplies, then made for the SUV. If you could call it a beeline—it was more a grim shuffle, each step a fresh agony on his burned legs.
He tugged the door open, relieved no one had been paranoid enough to lock it in the middle of nowhere. The key fob sat on the driver’s seat. Wasting no time, he tossed the backpack onto the passenger side and pressed the
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