“Everyone set?” asked Bryce, starting the van. “You all have weapons and water?”
“Yeah,” I said, buckling my seatbelt. Paige and I both had metal bats, Henry had his double-barrel shotgun, and Bryce had found a hunting knife along with one of my grandfather’s guns, a three-fifty-seven Magnum, in the basement. I couldn’t believe he’d left it.
“Take this, too,” said Bryce, tossing me a pocket knife. “I feel better knowing that you have a backup if you lose the bat.”
“What about me?” asked Paige, who was sitting next to me in the second row.
“Well, you’re all set, girl. You’ve got that bat and a sharp tongue. The zombies don’t have a chance.”
She slapped his shoulder. “Not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking,” he said, and then flinched when she raised her fist to club him.
“Now, let Bryce drive,
