They encountered the occasional infected, Dog warning them in advance each time with a low growl. So far it had only been males, many of them in horrible physical condition, but they were expecting a screaming attack from a female at any moment. They didn’t bother to kill the males, the pitiful creatures unable to present any real threat as they stumbled blindly along and hissed at the three travelers. After an hour of walking on the open ground they had covered four miles. Igor had been looking behind them more and more frequently for the past fifteen minutes and finally stopped and turned to the rear. Crawford also stopped and turned, immediately seeing what Igor was concerned about. Close to thirty males were trailing along behind them. The infected were stretched out into a long, ragged line that disappeared around a curve, many of them walking down the middle of the westbound lanes of the Interstate. If a patrol flew over they might be able to hide in the woods, but the long line of infected would be like a big arrow pointing them out to an observer who knew anything about their behavior.
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