Las Vegas

An hour after the message on the radio the girl woke up.

"Mr. Ken, I'm bored" Halley said throwing a little tantrum.

"You want to listen music?" I asked as I looked at her in the rearview mirror.

"What kind of music?" Halley asked with a curious look.

Seeing that she was interested, I took the phone out of the glove compartment along with the headphones.

Along with this was the Weekend without a magazine (which is in my pocket) and the bat (which is on the dash in the front seat).

Then I gave the phone along with the headphones to the girl.

Why don't I turn on the radio? Well, it could become dangerous if I become very passionate about the song while driving.

Anyway, the girl looked for a song for a few minutes and when she found one that she liked, she began to move her head from side to side.

'Hmm, thank goodness I brought coffe-' I thought to later realize that it was what I forgot.

'I knew I was going to forget something, but this' I thought as I cried comically.

After two hours the girl stopped listening to music and stared out the window.

Now is a good time to ask something that has been bothering me.

"Hey girl, do you know anything about your father?" I asked with a bit of curiosity.

I had not asked before because, I could already get an idea by not finding any photo of him in the girl's house.

But now I've grown a little fond of her and I don't want her to end up in an orphanage.

"My mommy never told me anything about my dad, she said those were adult things" said Halley with a bit of sadness.

"I see" -Ken.

Just when I was about to change the subject the girl spoke again.

"Mr. Ken, are you single?" Halley said curiously.

"Yep" I said without caring.

"Why?" Halley asked in confusion.

"Well, apparently none of the women I met like men with a future who know how to cook, they don't tell lies and they would do everything for them as long as they love them unconditionally" I said with a sarcastic tone.

"Or maybe I'm just very selective" -Ken.

I have to admit that it is probably the second.

One of the requirements for a woman to like me is that she has a strong character, but that she is not a manipulator.

Sort of like Kushina, Naruto's mom.

Anyway, it's better to stop thinking about waifus.

The girl thought for a moment and then spoke again.

"Mr. Ken, you should have a date with my mom" said Halley very excited.

"What?" was the only thing I could say with an idiot face.

"My mommy is always lonely and sad and you are good and you always care about me, you have my approval" said Halley giving both thumbs up.

"O-ok" I said still in shock.

I have fallen very low, now a girl arranges blind dates for me.

Too bad I'll never be able to meet the girl's mother.

After 6 hours of travel we finally reached our first stop.

Las Vegas.

"~Vivaaa rock Vegas, vivaaa rock Vegas, vivaaa vivaaa rock Vegasss~" I sang as I saw the mythical poster that appears in all the movies.

Now a new problem begins, finding gasoline.

I doubt it's very complicated, I just have to evade some zombies and that's it.

That is the reason why I wanted to arrive early.

In total it is 17 hours to reach our destination, so it only takes a little less than 2/3 of the trip.

One of the reasons I didn't bring extra gas is because I don't want to poison the food or the car while it's back there.

And the other is because a flammable product inside a car in an apocalypse never ends well.

I should also get some ammo for the Weekend and some shoes, running with Crocs is not a good idea.

Anyway, I followed the GPS and went to the nearest store.

The city was desert, something that probably never happened before.

I was able to see various zombies, from A and B to O+.

As long as I drive quietly through the streets and I don't find an AB+ we'll be fine.

A few blocks before reaching the store I could see something interesting.

A human being, a teenager to be exact, about 18 years old and he looked pretty misaligned.

He was walking with total stealth and caution, so he heard the car almost instantly.

As I passed in front of him I lowered the car window and told him.

"Hey brat, what are you doing?" I asked quietly with curiosity.

It doesn't seem strange to me to find someone healthy in this disaster, after all I am healthy and I doubt that I am the protagonist of this story.

The protagonist must have a harem, blood O- which makes him almost immune, and for sure he was in the special forces or something like that.

Anyway, the brat stared in shock for a few seconds and then reacted.