3 Bryce
“Well, it doesn’t look like anyone’s been back here,” said Bryce, stepping over two zombies lying on Cassie’s bloodstained driveway. It was hot and the stench from the fly-infested bodies lying around was enough to make him gag. It was nothing, however, compared to the restless angst knotted in the pit of his stomach. He’d driven like a madman trying to catch up to her, hoping that they’d somehow cross paths before reaching Minnesota. But the road back home had been pretty uneventful and there’d been no sign of anyone else still breathing.
Where was Cassie?
“What in the hell do we do now?” he thought out loud.
“I think we should go back inside and look for an address book or something,” said Paige. “Maybe even a phone book, to see if we can find their grandparents’ address.”
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