We found the keys in a room labeled "Keys" and found the ones labeled under F-150. "Grab a few and start unlocking stuff," I told Michael, and we ended up with three trucks One was on a trailer behind mine, and all of the supplies from the bus (which is a good thing since I plowed through a couple Hondas to get there). We then made it to Joe's to find all of our parent's cars and two Hummers. It looked like Luke and Aaron had found their dream apocalypse cars.

       What we then found out was worse than we could have imagined. I'll skip most of the sad stuff where I admittingly cried, as well as every single one of us there. We couldn't go, but the rest of our families could leave to safety. All thanks to that horrible law saying us innocent kids couldn't go and escape to safety. Joe was leaving two parents, and a younger and older sister. Michael left two parents and a little sister, same as me. Luke left two parents and his younger sister and brother. Aaron left two parents and two younger brothers. Watching them leave the next day on a military Globemaster C-17 bound for Italy was the saddest day of my life. And it was only going to get worse.