Chapter Sixteen
“Cassie,” said Billie in a strained voice, waking me up just as I was about to punch Eva in the face.
I opened my eyes and cleared my throat. “Yes?”
He pointed toward the road. “Make sure your gun’s loaded.”
We’d just entered into the next town he’d mentioned and I stared in fascinated horror at the scene in front of us. Apparently, the town had been preparing for some kind of festival and there were more zombies mixed together than I could have ever dreamed possible. Some dead carcasses lay mangled and broken on the street, but most of the dead were walking around in a stupor, obviously searching for food.
“s**t,” mumbled Billie. “Now I know why this town sounded so familiar. Every year, Westhaven holds a huge motorcycle rally and it brings in thousands of riders,” he
