Ivan had been driving for a few hours straight - access roads and old highways he'd learned over weekends exploring. He wagered that he was a good distance through Colorado at this point, possibly all the way into Kansas. He'd given up hope of retreating to his original bug out location, he was just getting away from the West. All the lights and fires and quakes of nuclear detonation came from that direction. There were obviously more hot zones all over the country, probably just as many on the East Coast, but the West was closer, and more immediately dangerous. He'd gone through one entire gas tank of the four that were loaded into his truck, he'd probably be just barely in Kentucky when he ran out, if he kept going the same direction.<br/>The oddest thing to Ivan was the complete lack of animal life. No humans, obviously, prepared as well as he did, but there weren't even any animals he'd seen, no elk, no bears, no wolves. Nothing. Maybe the ones that could went underground, and those that couldn't sprinted in all different directions. Something. Ivan's stomach rumbled, telling him he needs to eat. Next time he stops to refuel, he'll make sure to have atleast some of one of his MREs. Save the rest for later.