The rain came down in sheets, as Jon lay, unable to move.
"I've gotta...get out of this rain." He sat up and began crawling. It was the only thing he could do, and it was enough to get him underneath an awning.
"Everyone around me...what did I put this town through? Almost everything is destroyed." He sat up against the wall of one of the untouched buildings. From across the way he noticed a peculiar-looking garage. He knew he couldn't walk in his condition, but he could not just stay there, in worry that something might happen.
With every ounce of his strength, he staggered over to the garage door. He focused his energy for long enough to rip open the door with his vectors, and what he saw behind the door was enough to send him back on the ground.
"How this survived that mayhem is beyond me." He sat on the ground, staring at a
1974 Lancia Stratos. A real gem to any car collector. He knew it had to be saved.
"The key should be around here somewhere." He looked around the garage from the seat of the car, but didn't find anything. Finally, he looked underneath the visor, and the key was right there.
"Gotcha." Jon pushed in the clutch and started the engine.
She sounds gorgeous... He closed the door and strapped on his seatbelt, then put the car in first gear and hit the gas. The tires screeched as they spun on the concrete, and he launched out of the garage door. The streets were blocked, so he had to take an alternate route through the alleyway to get past the obstruction.
At the end of the alleyway happened to be a wooden fence. Jon dropped it down a gear and hit the gas, smashing through the gate. Little did he know that the fire trucks, finally finishing their mission, were on their way back. The engine in the front of the line locked up his brakes and blared the horn, while Jon hit his brakes and spun around, heading in the same direction as the trucks; to the edge of town.
I've gotta find the others... 
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