Chapter Eleven
The gravel crunched under the wheels of Darius' car as he pulled it to a stop.
"Are you sure this is the place?" he asked.
Cissy checked her phone and the directions Tabby had sent her. "I think so. I don't know why she couldn't have just given us a postcode or something."
"I don't think much post comes here."
He had a point. All around them there was nothing but fields and the odd patch of trees. There was the hint of a farmhouse in the distance, but it was too small to make out properly and could easily be abandoned.
"All right, I guess we're finding a zombie the old fashioned way," she muttered.
"I didn't know there were any set ways to zombie hunt?" he quipped.
"Maybe dangle brains in front of them?"
"That would help if they ate them," he countered.
"Good point
