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It's getting dark by the time Jack pulls his car into the driveway of Michelle's house. Turning off the engine, he closes his eyes for a moment, leaning his head back. The headache that's been pounding at his temples has settled to a dull throb.
It's over. The whole nightmare is over, except for the part where a different one--the living after the nuclear bomb and dealing with the aftermath of everything that has happened--has just begun, and will take a long time to pass.
Climbing out of the car, he walks up the path to the front door, practically counting the steps until he's unlocking the door and inside. Every step brings him closer to the few things he wants; mainly to see Chris and gets some sleep.
Unlocking the door, he steps inside, listening to the soft noises of the house for a moment. It doesn't sound like anyone's up; not that he can blame them.
It's over. The whole nightmare is over, except for the part where a different one--the living after the nuclear bomb and dealing with the aftermath of everything that has happened--has just begun, and will take a long time to pass.
Climbing out of the car, he walks up the path to the front door, practically counting the steps until he's unlocking the door and inside. Every step brings him closer to the few things he wants; mainly to see Chris and gets some sleep.
Unlocking the door, he steps inside, listening to the soft noises of the house for a moment. It doesn't sound like anyone's up; not that he can blame them.