7
John Doe
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“Where are we going?” asked Luke.
“It’s getting dark,” he answered. “We need to find a place to crash for the night. Somewhere the zombies won’t bother us.”
Luke snorted. “Well, good luck with that. I slept in the air ducts at the mini mall during the night. It was the only place I felt semi-safe.”
He had to admit that it was pretty ingenious for a young teenager. “Don’t worry, kid, we’ll find something.”
“Why don’t we just sleep in this thing?” asked Luke.
It had been a stroke of good luck when they happened upon a 2005 Jeep Cherokee with almost a full tank of gas, although he still didn’t feel it was safe enough against the zombies. Not for sleeping.
“No. The zombies can see us pretty clearly in this thing. Plus,” he said, wiping beads of sweat from his foreh
