CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE
The surviving humans were instructed to administer iodized salt to the undead townsfolk, pronto. Then the rest of us hopped on board the bus, the general to be our driver because we’d still needed Creature until we were safely aboard a plane. After that, well, fingers crossed. Because, as we’d been told, Creature really was the only sure bet these days. Odd, but true. Then again, pretty much everything was odd now, so why not that as well? Par for the f*****g course, I say.
An hour later, we found the airport. We bypassed the terminals and opted for the smaller private jet area. It took us a while to find a way onto the field, but eventually, we found an open gate—that and a few hundred roaming zombies, all of them groaning up a storm when they s
