XXIV
Old FashionedThis time, there was no subterfuge.
He slung Lake across his shoulder and ran. Carrying her like any fallen comrade during the war, he took the path of least resistance. The fire was raging through the Emergency Department building and the Crazies were deserting it like rats in a sinking ship. Gripped in fear and confusion, the former inmates of the asylum had yet to piece together the reality that this was an attack, reacting to it in a state of blind panic. Right now, as the flames began to spread across the building, they were aware only of smoke and heat.
Hunter did not stay to enlighten them.
Running along the smoke-filled street, he took advantage of the fog and ran back towards the fence line. Lake was still disoriented. He wasn't sure if she was aware of the
