"And remember, police are still on the lookout for 14-year-old, Clarice Armstrong. The last sighting of The Armstrong family was at a small gas station on road-" By the time the radio announcer got to a name, static came on the radio, blocking out anything he was trying to say.

Jeremiah sighed in annoyance as he shut off the radio. "Damn. Just when it was getting to the good part too." He turned to Leon in the driver's seat, happily leaned back in his seat with eyes closed. "Why can't you buy a nicer truck than this scrap of the heap that you drive around?"

Leon turned to his brother, eyes still closed. "Now, don't blame my truck for your freakshow of a podcast not working. It could be a signal thing or something. I don't know."

"Sometimes I question what things do you know," Jeremiah replied, waiting for a comment.

To prevent the conversation from getting heated, Be-Be tapped Jeremiah on his shoulder and asked "How much longer 'till we reached the festival?"

With that chick-muck, voice running through his ears into his brain, his irritation turned to confusion as he struggled to ponder an answer.

"Well, um, I-I don't know." Jeremiah looked out the window to the now reddish sky as the sun was setting behind the tall trees in the distance. He took a quick look at his phone for the time. Five-fifty-nine, it said. How long have we been driving? Thought Jeremiah.

Jeremiah turned to Kelsey, who was playing on her phone in the back. "Kelsey, mind giving me a retelling of the directions?"

Kelsey looked up, the sunlight reflected off her glasses. She dug into her dress pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it into a map. She fixed her glasses as she made out the many roads and landmarks.

"Judging by the map, we should be taking rd 46. After passing by a food fast place, we should continue our way until a town comes up. There, the Rebel festive will be held," Kelsey stated.

Jeremiah cocked an eyebrow. "That can't be right. I haven't seen a fast food place for miles. I wish there was one. It'll be a much better option than eating fried chicken from that gas station back there. Leon, what road are we driving on?"

"The last time I checked, it said take rd.64, passed the interstate," Leon replied.

"Now I see why there weren't any fast food places. Dumb-bo read the map upside down and gotten us lost." Foster said angrily.

"Now, no need to insult others, Foster," Jeremiah said. "All we need is to just find a road that can reroute us back to the highway."

"Or better yet, how about we just ask this lady up here?" Foster said, pointing up ahead to a woman on the side of the road.

The woman was crouched in a field underneath a tree, picking something from the ground and placing it in a basket by her side. She was dressed in a red blouse,...