Her Father

Jessica smiles as she takes the passenger seat beside her father.

“Morning dad,” she says with a delighted tone.

Her father, Sean, a man in his 50s, steers the motor vehicle down the rocky path. He turns to her, a smile upon his face.

“Morning Button, sleep well?" He asks. "Hope the ride wasn’t too rough...”

“I slept fine, you ready to switch and take a break?” She asks. As she looks out onto the road ahead. They were driving down what was once called a freeway. It was a major concrete road that hundreds of vehicles used to travel long distances. Now it was a graveyard for old car parts... and sometimes traps from bandit gangs.

“No... I think I can keep going till we get across the wastes here. Don’t want to stop on one of these roads In case there are any gangs lurking around”

With a nod, Jessica climbs from her set and retreats back.