INT. CAR - DAY
It’s DAWN. AVERY, 19, drives the car carefully around trash and other post apocalyptic things on the road. ELSIE, 16, has her feet out the window and her seat leaned back. FALLON, 18, is sleeping in the backseat.
Have anything I can throw at him? Maybe then he'll stop snoring.
Elsie gazes out the window. Glancing periodically at Avery.
Give him a break he was prolly up all night with Gina.
Avery chuckles. Eyes still on the road never faltering. His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel.
Thank you for that picture in my head. I so needed that, Avery.
No problem, Els, really anytime.
Are you scared about next month?
Elsie stares at Avery.
Why would I be? It's gonna be the same as every other month.