"What's wrong?"
George twists in his seat, staring at me. I try to avoid looking up and seeing the whiz of cars in front of him.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up," I confess, holding my stomach.
His eyes carefully examine my appearance; obviously trying to decide for himself how bad of a condition I am in.
"Caleb, we are going to have to park the car soon or Berenice will vomit all over the seats."
George turns his head back to the front, leaning forward in his seat.
"I don't know where, but we need to find a safe place to either get some meds for her or to ditch the car completely."
I spare one glance outside of my window but all I can see is miles and miles of road. There is no gas station, no store of any kind.
"Where are we going to hide?" I inquire, my voice coming out a little raspy and low.
"I'm hoping that when we reach Pack 30 they will help hide us, but if they don't, then we will continue to travel north until we reach one of the sanctuaries."
