From the corner of his eye he saw Sara and Dierdre herding children away from the truck, chatting amiably with the little ones. He pulled his attention back to Douglas, noticing the sheen of sweat on the man’s face. “Whoa, slow down, Doug, what’s wrong? “I’ve been on the radio all day with survivors just south of us. I was trying to convince them to come join us, you know? I found a bunch in the elementary school in Guilford, a group of townspeople who got there and locked it up tight.” “Oh yeah? Hey that’s great, Doug. Good work. We’ll go get them in the morning.” Douglas shook his head. “That’s not it. Between those and some folks in Massachusetts, I figured out that these things, the Zeds, seem to be gathering into bigger and bigger packs. I talked to someone who saw two packs of them join together.” John frowned. “Okay, that’s bad, but we’ll...” Douglas grabbed John’s arm. “Shut up and let me finish! John, one of these packs went through Guilford today, just a couple of hours ago.
