This morning's prompt is 'car keys'.

Car keys are a zpocalypse prompt!

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"They were kind enough to leave us the keys," Tom said, waving the truck keys.

"Does it have gas, is the gas still good and will it turn over?" Brenda responded.

"It's diesel," Ben said 

"That's hopeful, I think..." Brenda glanced at their fourth. Carol was present and aware of her surroundings, but still pale and drawn. She was leaning on her homemade crutches and against the passenger side of the pickup, on the front corner of the bed behind the door. The stump of her right leg was still a little touch and go, but clean and starting to heal. Ben was the best medic she had and a lot of what he knew was based on his diabetes and all of his... nightmares. About losing bits and pieces of himself, going blind or losing a foot.

Carol saw him looking, smiled and stuck her tongue at him. It occurred to him that they were a plucky little group of special rainbows... and he smiled wryly back. Then she looked sharply to her right. "We have company, people. Time to get going."

Ben saw three incoming, in bad shape but still a clear threat. He heard the diesel engine turn over and saw Tom cheering behind the wheel. Brenda stepped forward between the 'company' and Carol. Ben got her into the pickup  and turned to see Brenda hop up over the tailgate into the bed.

"Let's go! We got more and I'm a little exposed back here!"

Ben hopped in sandwiching Carol between Tom in the driver's seat and himself. He looked a little uncomfortable at Tom over there. The kid laughed and then he stepped on it.