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The car that Malcolm had stolen had finally kicked out and run out of gas. Without any gas stations running, it wasn't possible for him to get it going again, so he simply abandoned it somewhere in the middle of Kansas. He assumed he was in Kansas at least by all the open fields and corn around him. Pausing for a moment as he watched a wind gust flow over a wheat field, he smiled. It was a smile that had not graced his face since the plague first hit. With a sight so beautiful in front of him, everything bad seemed to fade for a moment. The sun was beginning to rise in the east (which was the direction he continued to head) and falling gently over the field. The day before, Malcolm had ransacked a store, finding himself some new clothes and a razor. He hadn't shaved in days, so it felt good to do so. With a brand new hiking backpack on his back, he continued to walk, a renewed sense of optimism visible in his step were anyone watching. He was not going to let himself die out here alone - he had not survived the plague simply to die like that, he knew that.