Even though I had expected to see the stores looted, the place looks demolished. The gas station at the corner had burned to the ground. Soaked papers and garbage clutter the walkway along the storefronts, but the area seems clear of undead. I doubt there will be much to scavenge from the raided pharmacy, but the liquor store seems surprisingly untouched. Several cars riddled with bullet holes occupy spaces in the lot. If any of the dead owners are still around here, I might be able to find the keys and get one running. After dealing with the corpses we encountered in the tunnel, I’d rather be traveling in a car if possible. I scan the road behind us to find a crowd of corpses that have followed us from the highway. “We have to get inside,” I say. “Those things won’t take long to catch up.” I just want to get through this as quickly as possible so that we don’t end up trapped here. I want to get on my way home before it becomes impossible. “We’ll check the pharmacy first,”
