Teegan's P.O.V.

We all keep looking at the vehicle following us, and then I get an idea. I don't want any distractions while we're trying to help others, and these people are an annoyance.

"Let's pull over and get gas," I tell the others. Joel looks at me, confused.

"Why? We have more than half a tank." He says.

"I'm tired of them following us, waiting for them to do something," I explain.

"What do you have in mind?" Joel questions me. I smile and lean back in my seat.

"Let's go to the gas station and get gas. Once we see where they park, we get off the bus,...