Zombie Ocean (Book 3): The Least - Plot & Excerpts
NEW YORK It took him two days solid driving to reach New York. For six hours that first night he drove in silence, with all the windows rolled down and the high beams on, plunging alone into the dark. There wasn't a single electric light on anywhere, not in any of the tenement buildings in the little towns he rolled through, not on the I-40 toll booths or in roadside burger shacks, motels or bars. All he saw was the tiny slice of the world his headlights illuminated: shuttered shop fronts and the washed-out entrances to malls; dark alleys passing by like dry veins; parking lots that stretched away as endless silver-tinged deserts, their contours just discernible by the light of the moon; and between each town the long dark walls of forest, marking the outer edge of a darkness that went on forever into the night. The road was full of motionless cars, dropped like heavy metal hailstones from heaven. In places they had crashed into each other, forcing him to weave between them, telling a story of sudden, hard infection.
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