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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, On The Road
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Verity didn't want to think about how the military would handle this. There would surely be people, as Gus said, who would throw a fit over being told what to do. Just look at how people handled Covid. Told to wear a mask indoors and grown adults threw temper tantrums at the Wal-Mart. Verity was sure things would get worse before they ever got better.

Verity smiled at the thought of Flynn riding his bike, remembering that was how they met and now look at them. Simple times before.

The traffic piled on. Verity pulled out her phone when asked and sent a quick text to Trudy.

[hider=Text][color=DCDC95][i]"Hey, the route you gave is filled with traffic. Are yo uaware of any other routes? Be safe."[/i][/color][/hider]

[color=DCDC95]"I doubt it will be any better anywhere else, but let's see. People are going to be flocking to leave, just like us."[/color]