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It had been at least five hours of travelling. For the four of them, the silence was welcomed, considering the past three months or so had been filled with hollow mechanical alarms, the sounds of food trays being tossed, intercom announcements, typing, and stilted "please rate your distress" calls from robots. The future was uncertain, especially with radiation levels still a bit sketchy, and at least 95% of the human population being completely eradicated. Beside that though, the four of them were happier than they had ever been. It had most likely been over a year since they were actually outdoors, and not in some sort of simulation chamber. Nothing could really replace the sound of the, albeit very dry, grass blowing in the wind; and that feeling of said wind against their faces.
Exhausted from their escape, they had spent most of their newly free time in silence, a pensive, full silence filled to the brim with potential. Now they would no longer have to check what they said in fear of being punished. No more electric floors, no more temperature resistance tests. Tests that would be going on until they died, to be labeled failures. The sounds of the rusty cargo machine seemed to speed up as they went, almost as if the robot itself was trying to get far away from the facility as well. Its whirring became something like a hum, only furthering the almost dreamy atmosphere. It was only then did Ferris speak up.
"So. Where should we go?" She said, her voice a bit hoarse. Ferris cleared her throat, taking her hand away from the wheel for a moment to cover her mouth as she did so. She fidgeted a bit, shifting about on the metal base-plate.
Nobody spoke for at least a solid three minutes, and the cargo machine came to a slow stop as Ferris waited for a reply. For a girl who was usually incredibly so sure of herself, it was jarring for the other three seeing such a change of character in her. Between the sounds of the machine settling, Ten fiddling with his melodica, and the wind, they all simply sat there, finally letting the thought of being free sink in. Tesla, who hadn't moved from his laid back position grunted quietly as he turned his torso to look towards the other three.
"Doesn't really matter, does it? Let's just see what's left of the world, you know? We don't exactly know our position on the globe, anyway." He said, one eye open just slightly. He had obviously been half asleep, an unusual sight from such an anxious and self aware guy.
The other three mumbled hushed words of agreement, nodding along. Tesla's peaceful attitude seemed reassuring almost, as if they had been given permission to feel safe for the first time in a while. Quickly, Ferris powered up the machine again, and it whirred to life. She directed it northbound.
Tesla turned back around, looking at the horizon through half lidded sleepy eyes, he had no intention of playing lookout; Atticus had that covered already. The aforementioned blonde boy was scanning the land with his keen vision. His signature grin was plastered over his face, the future had so much potential, and he looked forward to the things he would see with his partners. Maybe he'd look for a camera or two so he could document their journey, maybe he'd find an abandoned football field and show them his skills outside of a simulation, maybe they'd find good food, maybe he'd ask Ten to teach him to play the banjo or something, who knew?
And the fourth of the group, Ten decided maybe now could be the time for some musical accompaniment, since their method of locomotion didn't seem to have any sort of radio or cd ports. They weren't able to bring many things, since the machine didn't have an extensive amount of room in it, but they knew they had to bring at least one instrument. Ten decided they would improvise, and make up a song as they went. They began to play their melodica, although they were a bit rusty, it was nice to make music again, it always calmed their nerves, as well as the others'.