What sleep they got that night was unsettled and sporadic. When morning came, it was a bleary-eyed Josh who slipped into the driver’s seat. Meghan took her place next to him while Sarah, Matt and Jim found seats in the back.
Josh slowly guided the heavy truck through the choked roads, moving as slowly as he could to avoid the dead vehicles littering the way. Every now and then, a thump echoed through the tinny structure as the blackened corpses drew close enough to pound at the sides.
They had not made it too far down the road before they reached a dead end, cut off entirely by the piled up debris of crumpled cars and abandoned belongings, the bridge beyond it out of their reach. Josh pressed down on the brakes, slowing the Bushmaster to a halt.
Jim pushed his head between the seats, po
