After killing Martin, Elvis sat on the stairs gasping for breath. He warned himself that he should never be that careless anymore. But he was also so lucky that no other zombies came when he was fighting with Martin. If so, he must be a zombie too now.
After catching his breath, Elvis rummaged through Martin’s pockets and found a key, which was exactly the one to his van.
Elvis needed a vehicle now. He did not see their own car on his way back. Maybe his stepfather had driven it away before. Without a car, he might not be able to make it to the well with his mother with him. And the road was wide and smooth enough for him to drive and did not worry about being blocked half way.
More importantly, he still needed to get some bedding. Or else, the cold night would kill them.
Putting away
