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utility like the Navigator by Lincoln to present itself and when it did I wanted to know the kids would be safe in it. We found a couple magnetic travel games and those interlocking building bricks in an assorted tub. We figured that it would give an opportunity for the kids to use their imagination.
    The sun was just about gone when we left the store, and we kicked ourselves into high gear. We loaded up and got going. For this chunk of the ride I opted to ride in the back with Drew, which had the plus of being able to keep an eye on Jody and DaWayne while helping sort clothes. Tyreese rode with Trent so Trent could show him what he knew about how to drive the truck. Trent had asked me if I wanted to learn and I declined the offer for now, I know my brain is scattered all the time, I couldn't rationalize taking control over the driving on top of everything else. Tanya rode up front with her husband.
    In the trailer we all still felt like we were in one of those rock tumbler toys. I started designing ideas for making things more comfortable. I wondered if creating a hammock sling would help. If it did, I could create several kinds of chairs, including one that can hold the infant carrier and sway instead of bounce off the floor.
    The hammock failed. The infant carrier rocked while on the floor so we decided that JJ was probably the most comfortable of us all anyway, his head was well supported in the carrier. After about an hour and a half we were coming up on Barstow.
     

 
    Barstow
     
    Barstow was hit very hard by the zombie apocalypse. From the freeway, we could see zombies wandering around on the streets, bumping into one another as though they didn't even realize the other was there. It was there, of course, that the freeway was littered with cars that had been abandoned. I wondered when these cars were abandoned, before or after the drivers were eaten.
    We finally got to a point where the cars were packed too closely together to be able to squeeze the truck through. If we were going to get anywhere the road had to be cleared. The only way to get past was to move the cars ourselves. We just had to clear the cars from the right lane so the plan was that we would push them off the road into the side ditch. We hoped that this would be easy and a source of supplies that are always needed. Mercedes offered to watch the kids while Tyreese, Tanya, Trisha, Trent, and I started on clearing the road. We put Trisha to looking into cars in the left lane, while we worked in pairs, husband and wife, on the road clearing project.
    We moved the first couple cars without incident. It seemed that people got out and ran, and didn't bother turning off the engines. The cars had completely empty gas tanks and dead batteries. We put the cars in neutral and pushed them away. We had found several things in the cars, mostly canned food and bottled water, both highly prized items in our little world. Some cars had a stash of camping gear. One truck had to be owned by a hunting enthusiast and was probably the best cache of goods yet. We found a rifle, boxes of ammunition, a very large hunting knife, and several of those MRE's in a variety of labeled meals, though beef stroganoff was the main meal in the batch. I wondered what could have happened to make this guy leave such a collection of goods. We took all the stuff that was packed into the truck and loaded it on the side of the road where we had started a pile from the other cars. Trent held onto the knife and gave the rifle to Tyreese.
    We walked up to a little compact car ready to pull the same move. We thought that it was odd that the doors were shut. The previous ones were left flung open from people fleeing. We were laughing about moving these cars and wondering why our tax dollars didn't include this project. I walked up to the door and was about to open it when I was startled to find there was something in it.
    I jumped back when a near skeleton hand slapped against the glass. The fingers