The truck continued to follow us as we entered Saint Paul.
“What are we going to do?” asked Kristie, looking back. “Just let them follow us all the way to the Mall Of America? See if they’ll join us for breakfast?”
“I think we should feed them to the zombies for breakfast,” sneered Nora. “Dirt-bags.”
“Actually,” said Tiny, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. “I have a better idea.”
“I hope so,” answered Kristie.
I glanced back at the lights, wondering why we were so important to the people in the truck. If they were only trying to steal from us, and now knew that we were armed, why wouldn’t they just go to an easier target?
As if reading my thoughts, Bryce leaned over. “Don’t worry, we’ll pull through this. We always do.” He looked back. “I swear, some people are just plain ass
