Jack:
The big orange truck swinging wide of the first wreck. The big powerful truck with its fancy metals hopefully still doing an admirable job of holding together.
"Feel free to shoot it!" he adds as he backs away, trying to swerve between the wrecks.
18:58, Today: Jack rolled 8 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,4. Driving.
Alec:
Alec looks at the mutant. "Wow. I hope he isn't the runt of the litter."
Alec nods to Jack, then leans out the window and fires at the creature with his 45. "I hope he isn't bulletproof."
21:21, Today: Alec rolled 6 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 1,4.
(Alec gets 1 new xp.)
Alec misses the mutant, which comes stomping toward them at about the same speed that the truck is backing up.
However, the road (backward) starts to curve at this point.
Good news! You have made it past enough wrecks to see that there's an intersection up ahead! It's blocked by two large vans (like a postal truck thing, and a moving van, looks like?), but if you can keep maneuvering well enough to take the intersection off to the right when you get there, the road looks clearer...! Might be able to pick up speed! Only about 40 yards left to the intersection...!
Bad news: Smaller creatures are crawling up out of the ditches to the side. They're only about 4 feet tall, but they look vicious. Guess the noise up here must've gotten their attention down in what's left of the sewer or drainage tunnels or whatever.
"Foo!" they scream.
"Foo! Foo! Foooo!"
One, with slightly smaller fangs in its mouth, has better pronunciation than the others:
"Foood!"