Fred said as they drove back toward town. “You wanna get the attention of a thousand or more brain-eating zombies, leave them a trail of breadcrumbs, only using pig brains instead of breadcrumbs, lead them to the other side of town, and then kill all of them by blowing up the State’s second largest oil refinery? Does that about sum it up?” “Pretty much,” Kevin said. Derek fiddled with a zit on his left cheek. He still held the rifle in his right hand. “Piece of cake,” he said. “Okay,” Fred said, rolling his eyes. “Just checking.” “It’s a viable solution.” Becky was in the passenger seat, her head leaned back into the headrest, eyes closed. Ryan said, “Napping?” She answered him without opening her eyes. “I feel like I haven’t slept for a week, but I’m afraid I’ll never be able to again. Not after this.” “We’re heading into the homestretch,” Ryan said. “It’ll be all over by morning.” “But over for who?” “You can’t think like that. It’s a little unbelievable, but we’ve got a sound plan. I think it’ll work.”
