To reach Interstate 15 from Filbert Street still required a journey of its own.
While he already had a destination in mind, putting aside the potential chaos they'd face on the road—ranging from zombies to monsters and anything else Malachi hadn't secretly considered—he knew getting to Las Vegas quickly was easier said than done.
Malachi spent a couple more minutes driving on the road as he navigated around zombies and obstacles that blocked his path.
His family had already recovered themselves and were lost in their own thoughts.
As for scolding David for what he had done, Malachi figured he already knew it himself.
Just yesterday, the boy was panicking about almost everything, yet today he suddenly took the first step in making a difference, even if that difference almost changed his living status.
Malachi did not know what his son must have gone through or thought of, but he figured it was probably for the best.
