Chapter 10The small and agile RX7 cut its way through the night. The lack of traffic on the road had allowed them to set a reasonable pace; traffic jams and rush hours were a blight of the old world. Many vehicles still sat in driveways and by the roadside, lifeless and rusting, their owners unable to source or afford the parts to fix them. The other more macabre option was that their owners were dead. Adam kept a tense eye on the speedometer, cringing at the way Maya seemed unable to drive in any other way than having her foot mashing the accelerator into the foot well. At the breakneck pace she was setting, he could see them covering the one-hundred and twenty mile journey in just over an hour and a half. Maya was certainly not one to hang around. Although his car had been relatively che
