The Survivor Chronicles: book 1, the Upheaval
“It made his throbbing back ache even more and set his teeth on edge. He supposed it was better than being engulfed by a ball of flame and bar-b-qued alive, but he still wished they could catch a break. Wished they could have one hour where things weren’t completely insane, so he could actually take the time to see where he was going instead of just hoping that they didn’t end up plummeting over the side of one of the new craters. John was not helping, his sharp intakes of breath, his slamming of his hand on the dashboard, and his constant chatter to “do this” and “don’t do that” were driving Carl insane. It took all he had not to scream at the kid, but he knew it wasn’t John’s fault. He’d be backseat driving too if the roles were reversed. “Left!” John shouted as he slapped his hand on the dashboard. “Right!" Another slap. "Fence! Fence! Fence!” He could see the fence; it didn’t mean the truck turned on a freaking dime, though. In fact, it most certainly did not.
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