Knee deep in it.....
Troy, with Alexi in tow, maneuvered closer to the gas station. The rain and rolling thunder did a lot for their efforts masking their movements and noise with limited visibility, darkness, and rolling thunder. The constant lightning flashes, often strobe like, did light the night up but could leave the eyes dazzled at times. They moved quickly sing what cover there was.
At the edge of the pavement Troy knelt at the side of a long abandoned sedan and Alexi knelt near the trunk. Thinking on how to approach the side of the station without being caught out in the open while crossing the twenty odd yards of vacant parking lot, Troy was amazed when someone simply just walked out of the little station and waved.
"Troy, is that you?" It was T.J., what was that kid's last name. He lived with his uncle and granddad. Well, as best as Troy could recall. He had been one of the kids to volunteer to work outside of town. "It's T.J. I worked on the team that hunted south of Old Bend."