Chapter 11
We saw no one on the first half mile back. It was a beautiful day for Seattle, sunny but not hot, white clouds over the mountains to the east and west. I wondered if people still lived on the plains or had gone running up into the mountains, feeling safer. There were probably some, and then east of here, in Idaho and Montana, groups of survivalists who had, hopefully, stayed out of the Blue Plague’s way and survived. When we came to the grocery store, we all went in, and after I checked all the aisles, we split up, each with a cart and some plastic bags. Returning to the front, we shared notes.
“I found testosterone and syringes and girl stuff that I still f*****g need, so I’m happy. And lots of chocolate, so I’m really happy.” Guess who that was.
Burk just smiled and showed
