CHAPTER 29Bohannon slowed down to navigate around two clusters of wrecked cars with several people standing nearby, further impeding traffic from getting through the Holgate interchange. With oncoming lanes shrouded in darkness, thanks to the fallen traffic lights, his car’s flashing lights drew a lot of attention, and several people started to walk toward his vehicle, blocking his progress even more. He waved them off, but they continued toward the hood of his car. He rolled down his window and leaned out.
“Hey! Is anybody hurt over there?” Bohannon yelled.
A skinny bearded man with a baseball cap brim jutting out from his hoodie shook his head and waved a hand, as if dismissing the question.
“Then you people need to move from the middle of the street, or I’m going to write you a citat
