CHAPTER FIVE
CREATURE COMFORT
We were on the road soon after that, avoiding congested streets and opting for routes that would usually have the least amount of foot traffic and, therefore, fewer zombies to contend with.
The sun again was broiling down upon us, sweat soon stinging my eyes as I held on tight to Max. There were no clouds, no fog, no noises except for the sound of our bikes as they sped east, heading for the Bay Bridge and I-80, then ultimately New York.
“Stop!” I suddenly heard, barely a mile from the city limit.
Our bikes came to screeching halts as we turned to find Kit pointing to the sidewalk. I squinted and realized in an instant what she was pointing at, my stomach lurching at the pitiful sight.
“Creature,” I whispered, voice very nearly catching in my parched thr
