Chapter Nineteen
We grabbed our carts, now heaped with supplies, killed a few zombies hovering around the two trucks, and left Wal-Mart.
“We’ll follow you, Shane,” said Billie, again in the driver’s seat. Henry rode next to him again while I sprawled out in the back with my tender ankle.
Shane was driving the other vehicle this time, giving Dale a chance to rest. They’d both changed into regular street clothes and it surprised me how masculine they actually looked without their costumes.
“Cassie, how’s your ankle?” asked Henry.
I grinned. “Better, now that I have ibuprofen in my system.”
“It looks pretty swollen.”
I smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have an ice-pack, would you?”
“Amazing how much you take the simple things in life for granted. Like ice,” replied Henry.
Billie releas
