[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - End of Camelot Edition

Well, I'm rather happy with some of how this story has turned out so here's a section from my NaNo project. Context? Apocalyptic scenario and they're driving a car as far as it'll take them. 
 
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 “ I ’ m surprised you want to eat and drive. ” 
 
 “ Well. I ’ m not terribly hungry and I figure this is better than starving. ” Reno shrugs slightly as he continues to drive. “ We didn ’ t eat lunch yet either. You should eat something. ” Emmitt considers Reno a bit more before sighing, digging into the bag and fishing out another of the many meal bars. The wrapping crinkles loudly as he opens it and takes a bite. 
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 “ Happy? ” 
 
 “ Very much so. ” Reno grins a little at him from the corner of his eye. “ Glad you ’ re alive after that damn place. ” Emmitt blinks at Reno before stuffing a bit more of the meal bar into his mouth to prevent anything stupid from being said as he flushes, looking away out the window. “ How ’ s the burn feeling, Emmy? ” Emmitt grumbles. 
 
 “ Stop with the Emmy. ” 
 
 “ I know you ’ re alive and all right if you complain about it. ” Reno chuckles softly. “ Seriously though, how ’ s it feeling? ” 
 
 “ Hurts. ” Emmitt looks to the bandage. It ’ s wrapped rather tightly around his arm and he feels it with every movement. It reminds him of breaking his arm and the cast he had to wear. He takes another bite of the meal bar with a small sigh. 
 
 “ Well, at least it hurts. I ’ d be concerned if it didn ’ t. ” Reno grins at him and Emmitt shakes his head, smiling around a bite of the meal bar as they continue to drive quickly along the road. They fall into silence, finishing eating and Emmitt puts the trash away into a smaller bag, returning to curling up slightly in the Prius seat and attempting to doze off again. 
 
 He wakes up when the car slows to a halt, there being silence in the car instead of the radio going. Rubbing at his face, he looks to Reno, the teen looking rather confused. Emmitt looks out the front of the car and blinks. The town of Turrell looks untouched, in fact, there are a couple people on the street below that are staring up at the car. 
 
 “ Emmitt. What do we do? ” 
 
 “ Keep driving. You wan na be shot at for being assumed Russian again? ” 
 
 “ They look friendly though. ” 
 
 “ Reno. ” 
 
 “ Emmy. ” Reno grins at his flustered expression before there ’ s a gunshot. “ Driving! Driving away very quickly! ” The Prius jerks forward, flying along the highway. Emmitt looks back in concern, looking over the car for any bullet holes. He ’ s thankful that there doesn ’ t seem to be any and turns his attention back forward. 
 
 “ I told you to keep driving. ” 
 
 “ I ’ m scared to go into Texas walking now. ” Emmitt looks behind them as they curve along the edge of Turrell and start heading away. There are more people staring up towards their car and one even waves, seeming shocked. Emmitt waves back, similarly mystified as to where the gunshot had come from and for what reason. He ’ s in no mood to stop and chat with whomever shot at them however. 
 
 “ It ’ ll be fine. We ’ ll just stay as low as possible and try to not look Russian. ” 
 
 “ We ’ re failing on the not looking Russian somehow and I ’ m Spanish. ”
