shouted Jenny. “Head for the docks! Find a bunker!”I skidded and stopped. The giant zombie gorilla roared behind us, finishing off the post office for good. Bradbury, without breaking stride, turned his head: “Tom! Move!”“I have to find her,” I shouted. “I’ll see you on the boat.”“Wait!” cried Lillian.I didn’t wait.I ran. I ran like I hadn’t run since grammar school. I cleared obstacles like a show horse. The whole city opened to me, a block at a time, and I owned it yard by painful yard. Behind me I heard the giant zombie gorillas stomping and chewing and tearing apart buildings floor by floor. I couldn’t even hear myself breathe.And there it was.Macy’s, which used to be located in between a bank and an apartment building, now resided under them both. Its impressive storefront was a pile of bricks––not a very big one, and difficult to distinguish from the bricks around it. Painted right on the side of the pile of rubble were letters in whitewash, as tall as I was: ‘WELCOME’.
