They didn’t bother going all the way back to where the state route branched off the interstate—Ronnie called a halt when they reached the vehicles on the side of the road they had cleaned out earlier that day. “We’ll camp here for the night,” he said, nodding at the lengthening shadows across the road from the wrecks. “There should be enough sunlight to get the tents up, at least.”
“What then?” Court wanted to know. “Those guys are still going to be there in the morning.”
Ronnie shrugged. “We’ll worry about them then.”
The shoulder of the road didn’t run far into the woods before the ground dropped away in an ivy-covered hill. The group crashed through the undergrowth, stepping lively to avoid tree roots and moldering logs. Bree and Adam struggled with the shopping cart, but could only
