The car rumbles, Jean talks with Dave while Jon looks back, "What is even out here in Goodrich?" I shrug, "Never been out this far." Dave smiles, "So you've never seen the statue of liberty?" Jean props up, "What's it like? I've only seen pictures." He smiles, "It's breathtaking. The very place every refugee used to come through." I bat an eye, "Used to?" He looks off, "That ship's sailed now, I bet." I cross my arms and lean back carefully. "What's the plan?"

They all turn, "The Governor's bad news." Jon swerves a little, "We kill him." I look to Jean and she scratches her head. Dave sighs, "If we do that, we'll be runnin' forever. I say we split from him." I shake my head, "He drafted us all, even Jack." A sudden bonk against the armored car. Shouts and hollers on the sides of the road. "Jon here, we got people throwin' rocks, hollerin' about." Armed? "No clue." Check it out. We roll to a stop and I open the door. People run up to the door, they see me and halt. "Help an old man down?" A man just waves his hands and mutters gibberish at me, jerks his finger for us to leave. A bunch of hillbillies. Another barely speaks real words, "Get on outta here!" A church bell's rings faintly cut through the now silent roads. They look off towards the noise, the city of Livingston. They mumble to each other in a panic. They run off, away from where we're all goin'. "You ok, Diesel?" I gulp, "Somethin's off in the next town." Dave helps me back in, "What's off?" "Jon, radio in. We're going to church."

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