The last place we stopped was an hour and a half earlier, just south of the border. The gas station had been deserted, with several zombie bodies lying on the side of the pavement next to the green grass and a perfect row of little purple pansies. They had had gunshots to the head and chest. The ...
Intelligence had reported no mishaps as of two weeks ago, but we knew anything could happen on a day-to-day basis, so we were cautious. “D, see if you can’t raise any of our operatives here; I need to know the situation,” Dad said, handing DeAndre the cellphone as he drove...