BEGINNING TO DISINTEGRATEPart ii
‘Food and drink, mate, that’s all we need,’ Harte said to Hollis who was driving the van, trying to see a way through the bodies criss-crossing the road ahead of them. In the back, Jas did what he could to keep his motorbike steady. He wished he’d been out there riding it, but the roads today were too busy. That was a f*****g joke: everyone else was dead, but the roads were too busy… He’d have probably been okay, but he’d have left the van for dust. Jas didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be without these two blokes. Right now they were all he had left.
‘Food and drink might be all you need, Harte, but some of us want more than that,’ Hollis said. ‘We need to find a decent place to hole-up. Isn’t that right, Jas.’
‘Whatever,’ he mumbled, disinterested. H
