Max craned his neck in every conceivable direction, twisting and turning like a panicked owl, desperate to spot his friends.
"I don't see it anywhere," he said, looking back towards where they had abandoned the van.
"Me neither," Lizzie agreed. "Maybe that's a good thing...maybe they got away!"
"Maybe, kid, maybe," Max replied, but he knew deep down that they wouldn't have been able to make it far in that heap of junk.
Clickers now swarmed the streets in droves, like termites scuttling out from every dark hole in the city, all with one thing in mind. They moved as one body, sloshing around street corners like a liquid flowing towards one end goal. Max was comforted by their elevated height, but the water levels were rising, and they had no boat or raft to save them now. These things
