CHAPTER NINETEEN
HUDDLED MASSES
Hours later, we arrived, the plane starting a gradual descent. Once again, I made the mistake of looking out my window. Kansas was one thing—and one bad thing at that—but it was nothing compared to Manhattan. Cars were at a standstill everywhere, but now thousands upon thousands upon thousands of zombies were milling about as far as the eye could see.
How can this be safe? I thought to myself, certain that the others were thinking the exact same thing as they too stared out. The zombies, it seemed, were like circling sharks, and I, for one, was in no mood to be the bait.
“Hands up if you think we should go back?” I suggested, despite knowing how Blondella would feel about it. Not that her wrath wasn’t something to be scared of, no, but at least she could
