"We are," he told her as he drove down the familiar road they were just on. He held her hand as they drove, giving her some sort of comfort through all of this, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. He kept the radio off. If he never heard that announcement again about staying inside, it would be too soon. He didn't look as they passed the hospital they had just left, just like he didn't bother looking at the endless cars on the side of the road.
Once we're on the ferry, we'll be fine. Did he believe that? No. Something was going on, something that was bigger than the both of them and he wasn't convinced it was a psychic attack. It seemed to be something bigger than even that. He squeezed Kaitlyn's hand as he turned his head and watched her for a second before his eyes were back on the road.
Her voice broke through his thoughts as he looked ahead in confusion. He turned off the main road to get to the ferry. He could see the fire head, but he drove past it, continuing down until he could check in and drive onto the ferry but once he pulled up to the kiosk, there was nobody in it. He drove through, further down by the water and pulled to a stop.
"We're stuck," he pointed out, his lips curled, frustrated. He gripped the steering wheel as his eyes scanned the area that was ahead of them. He could hear screams, but didn't bring his attention toward it. He didn't want to see it. He had already left children to die in a hospital and the fact that there were people screaming in the near distance, people that couldn't be saved. Not by them.
He cursed and brought his eyes to Kaitlyn. The look on her face sent a wave of tumbling pain throughout his body. The realization that they couldn't get on the island set in, especially with her.