" Carl, we need to hurry." Emily sat in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. It was evident that they had travelled some distance. Why had she not seen the sign at the entrance to the pack?
Carl's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he picked up speed. The truck rocked slightly, and Emily, who was in the passenger seat, tensed for an instant, her hand reaching subconsciously for the handle above the door to steady herself.
At that moment, the speed of the truck eased slightly from what it had been moments before.
"Sorry, I have to control my speed. " Carl said cautiously, "The truck was loaded with supplies, and if it went too fast, there was a good chance it would flip over."
Emily had stopped rushing Carl, and was sitting quietly in her seat, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, praying for a quick return to the pack, a tense atmosphere pervading the car, and only the slight roar of the engine ringing in her ears.
