"We are almost out fuel." #zombie

They make their way to the truck still firing shots.  Reaching the truck, Deacon is the last to get in.  He turns the key starting the truck, and slams the gas pedal to the floor.  Greg asks Deacon to stop the truck a block away from Jaimie’s house.  Deacon stops, and Greg gets out of the truck.  

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING,” Deacon yells. 

Greg pulls out his pistol as he walks over to a zombie crawling on the asphalt, the first runner that Greg had shot in the leg.  Greg points the muzzle of his pistol at the head of the demonic-like, creature, and fires.  It’s crawling ceases. 

Greg turns around, jumps back in the truck, "GO! GO!" 

Deacon begins shifting gears as they start to pull away.  Deacon looks down at his fuel gauge just as the fuel light comes on and sees that the needle is in the red. 

"Uhh, Greg we are almost out fuel."   

Greg asks him how much fuel they have.  Deacon states that he is sure they do not have enough to get back.       

            Deacon remembers a truck stop a little out of the way in the opposite direction.  They come up to the freeway.  Deacon turns north getting on the interstate instead of south like they need to go to get home.  Greg asks why he is going north if they are almost out of fuel.  Deacon explains that he knows this truck stop a little ways up the interstate, continuing to drive.  Pulling into the truck stop, Deacon parks the truck next to a semi.  His hope is to be able to siphon enough fuel to get them back to the island.  Greg opens the door on the trailer to let the “passengers” out.  Deacon immediately starts looking in the fuel tanks, it does not have much fuel.  He then looks back at the trailer in frustration.  It is a shipping containers that can either go by boat, train or semi.  Deacon estimates that it is about forty five feet long.  He walks closer to it to get a better look.