"Ask for directions where? Do you see a gas station anywhere around here?" asked Abigail Goldberg. Abigail was a very different girl than Miriam, although the two were best friends. She enjoyed the outdoors and was often thought of as the spunky one among the group. She was a little shorter than Miriam with darker, almost olive, skin, dark brown curly hair and an athletic frame in place of Miriam's softer one. The excellent muscle tone on Abigail's arms and legs could clearly be seen with her outfit of fairly short and slightly too tight cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots and a white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was fairly loose. Abigail, while not flat by any means, had only an average bust and knew that her legs had a better chance of attracting interest than overemphasizing her chest.

"We'll just keep going until we see one." Miriam said. "People around here have to get gas somewhere, don't they?"

"There aren't people around here either." Abigail pointed out.