Chapter Twenty
“Did you see that?” asked Billie about an hour later.
“What?” asked Henry.
I put down the book I’d taken from the store and sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?”
We’d slowed down near an abandoned motel. Three dead zombies lay near the office.
“So?” I asked. “Someone killed the zombies. Maybe they wouldn’t give them a room?”
“No, I think I saw that truck from earlier going around the back of those motel units. The one who’s been messing with us,” replied Billie.
“Well, just keep going,” I said. “We don’t need any more trouble.”
“No, I think we should have it out with that bastard,” barked Henry, smacking the palm of his hand. “He might be waiting for us right now. You never know, he could be taking a break and planning on attacking us all over again. We can surprise him
