Chapter Thirteen
I woke up in the back of their Cadillac, listening to Johnny Cash. The air conditioner was on and the leather felt cool against my warm cheek. Trying to ignore the urge to puke, I slowly sat up.
“Oh good, she’s awake,” said Mary, smiling brightly at me from the front seat.
“Water, please?” I croaked. My throat was so dry it hurt to swallow.
“Of course, you poor dear,” she replied. She bent down in front of her legs and came back with a large bottle of water.
“Thanks,” I whispered gratefully. The cool water soothed my dehydrated throat and I couldn’t stop drinking the bottle until it was completely gone.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Mary. “We had to take you with us on account of some zombies that were heading our way right when you were passing out. Don’t worry, tho
