Max turned her way. “Your confidence is truly inspiring.”
She pointed to the pile of still-sizzling corpses in the street, at the lifeless cars turned this way and that, at the zombies standing on the other side of it all, and she replied, “Under the circumstances, best I can do.”
He grinned, which put a boing in my shorts. “Granted, and I do have a plan of sorts.”
“Of sorts?” asked Kit.
“Well, the start of one, at any rate. Enough to get us out of San Francisco and headed to New York, I’d imagine.”
She nodded, as did Blondella and I. “Sorts it is then. Lead on, my good man. And if it involves a drink or six, then by all means.”
“I second that one, too,” said I, hand held up.
“Unanimous again,” said Blondella. “And hurry.”
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After we drove away from the c*****e, we headed th
