Wilmington Island was one of the few coastal islands near Savannah, one that was mostly golf course and suburban sprawl. For a middle to upper class dwelling place, it seemed as if things had shifted upside down and the apocalypse was upon us. Seeing the dead rise will have that effect on you. Jeremy never slowed down, pedaling feverishly towards home. As the world crumbled around him, his thoughts were on his mother. God, I hope she's okay, he thought. It seemed more like a prayer though. Jeremy wasn't very religious. He did his time in vacation bible school at the local First Baptist church as a kid, but that was about the extent of his religious background. That was about as much as Jeremy's mother could force on him. Faith was more her thing than it was Jeremy's. His thoughts went back to his mother, causing his brain to send messages to his legs that they needed to peddle faster. He noticed that there were more people than just Ashley and Brian who were back from the dead.
