Once she's got her bearings and consulted the map, Eleanor decides that they should head for Lincoln rather Omaha. In her opinion, being a smaller and primarily college-based city, it's less likely to have suffered major devastation. To Jamie, one town is as unfamiliar as the next, so he nods agreeably and leaves the decision in her more knowledgeable hands.
They set out in a westerly direction along Highway 66, aiming for I-80. If that proves as impassable as I-29, Highway 6 runs approximately parallel to it just a mile further on. It's a solid plan, and everything is going swimmingly until Eleanor notes that they are getting worryingly low on gas about seventeen miles later.
Daylight is also fading by this point. So, to hopefully kill two birds with one stone, Eleanor detours them into the Louisville State Recreation Area. As she predicted, they find several abandoned RV's there. Gas siphoning resources and shelter, all in one. Having parked next to the newest-looking model, she removes her helmet and shakes out her hair in Hollywood-esque fashion.
"This should do."
The RV is sited near the shore of a glistening sandpit lake. The last rays of sun wallow on its placid surface, making for a quite picturesque vista. Purely coincidental, of course.
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They set out in a westerly direction along Highway 66, aiming for I-80. If that proves as impassable as I-29, Highway 6 runs approximately parallel to it just a mile further on. It's a solid plan, and everything is going swimmingly until Eleanor notes that they are getting worryingly low on gas about seventeen miles later.
Daylight is also fading by this point. So, to hopefully kill two birds with one stone, Eleanor detours them into the Louisville State Recreation Area. As she predicted, they find several abandoned RV's there. Gas siphoning resources and shelter, all in one. Having parked next to the newest-looking model, she removes her helmet and shakes out her hair in Hollywood-esque fashion.
"This should do."
The RV is sited near the shore of a glistening sandpit lake. The last rays of sun wallow on its placid surface, making for a quite picturesque vista. Purely coincidental, of course.