Find the guards car

You creep away from the running car secreting yourself in a group of three cars. You watch as the duo finish their conversation, and with a goodnight wave the women walks over getting into her car leaving the facility. The gentlemen, watches her drive off then turns heading back into the building. With a sigh of relief you move quickly looking at the remaining vehicles.

After what seems like forever you find the vehicle a purple Ford Focus. Pulling out the dead guards car keys you unlock the door settling yourself in the driver seat. You close your eyes and rest your forehead on the steering wheel briefly. Turning the key, you jump, as your eardrums are assaulted by the loud strains of a Kelly Clarkson song.

Quickly you turn off the radio and take a deep breath. You pull out of the prison onto the highway, your mind miles ahead of you as you head in the direction of town. You go maybe a mile when you hear a beep, and a dashboard indicator turns on. Looking down you see a light in the shape of a gas pump. Seeing a billboard advertising ‘Bob’s” you pull up to a crossroads and going through it you eventually pull in the gas station.

“Jesus Christ,” you say out loud, looking at a price of 3.82 a gallon and shake your head at what the last 5 years had wrought.

Walking into the building you’re greeted by. “Evening young fella what can I do for you?” From a middle age gentleman behind the counter.

“Some fuel for both the car and me.” you tell him.

“Well, let me know when you’re ready.” The clerk says watching you.

You pick up some Doritos, a couple of Candy bars, a road atlas, and get a fill up for the tank. After filling the tank you get your change realizing that you’ve spent 50 of the 200 dollars you acquired.

“Shit this money is not going to last long.” you say opening your Doritos.

Looking at your map you pull out the dead guard’s wallet, opening it, you retrieve his driver’s license.
Fred Hayes it said, 1234 rural route 35. Should you go to his house, or head out of town.