"No gas over here!" I called to Ghost as we searched for gas. About twenty-five minutes ago our only source of transportation had ran out of gas in the middle of a small town named Dowsberry. It was a sad, sorry little town. It had a single gas station, a family own diner, a single strip of stores and right in the middle was a small steeple church. The whole town was surrounded by trees, and tiny houses, made of mismatched materials. Some house were made of bricks and wood, while some was were made of tin and wood. In the middle of what- I assumed to be the main road- was a small pile up of car, which we were stopped at now, searching for gas. We had yet to be successful in our search. 

    "Keep looking, I have to find gas and get back out on the road." Ghost told me as he stuck a long stick down into the gas tank of a small Mazda, seeing if it had any gas to give.

     We had established that after I helped him find gas, we would go our separate ways. But I was eating my words now, finding gas was a lot harder than I had thought it would be, and with the sun starting to set, it'll be dangerous for me to go out into the woods.

    "Where do you even want to go?" I asked, pulling my own stick from another bone-dry gas tank.

     "I have to find Doctor Stitchberry. Before our compound was over-run, she was working on a cure that could potentially save the human race." Ghost explained before sticking a long tube down the gas tank of the car next to him. He brought the tube to his mouth and sucked until a small amount of gas came rushing up and into a rusted red gas can beside Ghost's feet.

    "Was she close to finding it- the cure I mean?" I asked, interested in hearing if the doctor was close to a cure for the human race.
Ghost shrugged, "Last time I heard, she was studying some weird mutated blood from one of her patients. But that's about it."

     Weird mutated blood?  I wondered, but I didn't ask anymore questions. I highly doubt the doctor would have told Ghost anything about mutated blood.