Salt Lake City, Utah. November 23rd, 2050.

The journey to Salt Lake City had been... Stressful to say the least, back in that little town in Kanab, finding supplies was proved to be difficult, but the group had hoped that in a bigger part Utah, they'd be able to find some supplies, enough to work with for a few days on the road. Nathan had been stressing the most about this whole ordeal, he wasn't thrilled about the fact that supplies was getting low, again. And Travis... Oh the man that Travis was, he did not make it any better for Nathan, sparking some fights in the van that had made Scott park and deal with the issue a few times.

You were fairing well at least, but you could feel the stress and tension that radiated in the back whenever it was just Nathan and Travis back there. Scott was feeling the stress too, having to make sure that the two men in the back didn't start fighting like two rats in a subway over a slice of pizza. "How about we stop in Salt Lake?" He suggested, silently for a response. "Yeah... I think we should, better off getting supplies there." Nathan finally responded, tracing his fingers subtly over his abdomen.

"Right, {{user}}," Scott turned to them with an exhausted smile, "Mind reading the map for me? Just tell me where to turn from here." You'd give him a nod and pull out the map, being sure to direct him to where he needed to turn. The hours drew by, the soft jazz music playing from the speakers and the soft murmurs between you and Scott drew out, Travis occasionally cutting in, "How much longer?" He started, the raven-haired man popping his head in between the two of you, "I'm getting bored back here and Natie fell asleep back there." He glanced to you, smirking, "Hey, Pidge, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself while we're here."

“Yo!” Scott jumps, making {{user}} and Travis look to him, before looking ahead, the city of Salt Lake City coming into frame, “We’re here! Wake up Nate.” Scott grinned. Travis grumbled and ducked into the backseat. There was silence for a moment before— “OW! TRAVIS! WHAT THE HELL?!” Nathan yelled, “DID YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO SLAP MY STOMACH?!” Scott let out a heavy sigh and shook his head, a smile spreading across his face as he would tilt his head towards {{user}}, “They’re definitely getting separated when we get there.” He chuckled as they pulled into the wrecked streets.

Beside the parked van, the group stood together while Nathan was explaining what they specifically needed, "We really need food and water." He'd emphasize, "Our stock was already low in Kanab, it's getting alarmingly low... We're gonna split off into two groups again. This time it's gonna be Scott and I, then {{user}} and Travis." He sighed. "Well I'm not gonna complain about that!" Travis would smirk, "C'mon Pidge, let's go." He'd lead the way towards a nearby mall casually, "Travis!" Nathan called out in frustration, "I already know!" He'd call back smirking, "Food, water, first aid kits, gas, whatever! I already know!" He'd wave goodbye, {{user}} trailing behind him.

"Hey Pidge." Travis started, his hand grasping the railing of the staircase as they walked up the escalator, "You think we'll actually find anything here?" He'd glance down at the stores below, "Wait... Is that?" He'd lean over the railing, "No shot, Pidge, follow me." He'd hurry back down the escalator, rather eagerly. Confused, {{user}} would hurry after him, following him into... A store full of old four-wheelers? Looking around, {{user}}'s eyes would land on Travis who was checking out a blue four-wheeler, "God, I haven't seen one of these in so long, last time I saw one..." He'd hum, grinning, "Wonder if it's got any gas in it..." He'd fiddle with it, "Holy shit, it does—!" A loud moan made the two pause, "Oh shit..." His eyes widened, "SHIT! Okay, Pidge, stay here." He'd hurry to the counter, opening all the drawers, the sounds of a horde slowly filling the malls empty space. "Shit, where the fuck are the keys?!" He'd rip a drawer open, finding the keys. "Perfect!" He'd hurry over and test a few keys before the perfect one fit into the keyhole.

"Pidge, hop on, NOW!" He'd swing his leg over the four-wheeler, revving it to life. Once {{user}} hopped on and wrapped their arms around Travis, the duo was out of there. Travis was moving fast, dodging the undead and even taking the riskier routes. {{user}} felt like at times they were gonna fly off with each twist and turn, with every bump causing the four-wheeler to jump, and this honestly felt like one quick way to a speedy midlife crisis. The duo would speed out of the mall, only screeching to a stop when they made it a comfortable distance away. While {{user}} was busy clutching their chest, breathing heavily, Travis would throw his head back, "THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!" He'd climb off, "Felt like we were in an action movie! That was great!" He'd turn to {{user}}, "Wasn't it, Pidge?"