Oh. Steve frowned, almost concerned. “Why would the car care if I was... uh. I guess that’s pretty clever...”. He ditched the door by throwing it across the street and it landed mostly covered by tall grass. Good enough.

There would be a lot of walking until they got to the next suitable car and this time, Steve clicked the belt into place as soon as he got inside the passenger door.

No need to cause a fuss with the safety system.

Traveling after that was more monotonous than difficult. Neither man needed to sleep that much and they could usually find abandoned buildings to sleep in as they took the back roads mapped out by a small television set inside the car. Steve was fascinated by it, and watched it more than he did the passing scenery.

When they needed to eat, there was more stealing. Steve didn’t feel too good about that though.

“These people look like they can’t spare it,” he complained. “Don’t you remember being hungry?”