Chapter 02 Scene 02
The drive there was quiet as we listened to news bulletins . . .
The Zombies we did encounter were molasses. They sounded like children crying for something they couldn’t have. Moaning and whining for warm flesh.
We were protected from them in the Night-Rhino.
Heavy Duty wanted to shoot them, but there was no point. The gunshots might only draw more. And they were to slow to catch us.