[ daylight hears the lumps of rotten flesh fall into the car, no doubt getting into hard to reach places. urgh- this car is going to smell awful by the end of this trip if they survive.

no. when. when they survive.

daylight tightens his grip on the wheel, pressing down on the pedal as much as he can while he keeps his eyes peeled for any signs of a small street. none so far but, if he's remembering this road right, one should be coming up. ]

-The second I see a street for us to try and escape through, I'll yell, 'Brace' and you brace, okay? I'm going to floor it and I'm not going to let up.