Chapter Twenty-One
We were moving again, keeping our eyes on the lookout for the crazy truck driver. When we’d told Henry what we’d found in the motel room, he wasn’t all that surprised.
“Like I said, we’ll be running into all kinds of crazy screwballs who’ve survived this zombie apocalypse. I’m sure some of them even thrive on this bullshit,” said Henry. “They have the ability to live out their own evil fantasies without having to pay any consequences now.”
“Well, maybe they’ll take out these zombies for us,” said Billie.
Henry shook his head. “They might, but sooner or later, they’re going to graduate to killing other survivors. It’s the terror they invoke in their victims that really gets them off. Zombies won’t give them that.”
I shuddered and hoped that whoever this guy in the tr
