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 pumps had still worked, so we had gassed up and gotten out of their fast. The sight of the plague bodies was not a good one. A deserted gas station indicating a zombie fight earlier in the day or week was a scary sight. The fact that no one had removed the bodies or manned the gas station was troubling, to say the least. It indicated the town had pretty much either given up or been overrun. We got back onto the road fast and sped on northward. We were nearly out of South Dakota when the left rear tire blew with a loud bang. “Oh, no,” I said as I pulled off to the side of the freeway. This was not good at all. “I’ll change it.
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