Dahmer Flu by Cox Christopher

Author:Cox, Christopher [Cox, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2015-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter XI: Sanctuary?

The preacher was good to his word, and we reached the freeway after a few miles of hiking. The path emptied at the height of a steep embankment, which ended in a short wall that separated nature from the asphalt marvel that was a major freeway. The center divider itself was enforced by a low concrete wall, while a high wall lined the far end. A matching high wall ran parallel along the side we were now on, with the exception of the emergency turnoff area below us. Still and silent cars pockmarked the road, left where they had run out of gas or collided; they were all left in one direction, while the other was empty. It was clear, the way we should go.

“I thought we were trying to stay away from freeways,” Madi said.

I looked along the tree line, then back along the path we had followed. “Yeah, we are,” I answered, “We won’t be on it for long, just long enough to find a way to the other side. Besides, I don’t see anything moving, do you?” I didn’t mention, and resolved to avoid, the car in the near distance, with a single figure moving lazily inside.

She looked carefully both ways. “No, I guess not.”

We picked our way down the embankment and climbed over the small wall. Several cars were parked in the turnoff, most with their hoods propped open. Each was empty. The sun beat brutally on the asphalt, causing waves of heat to rise from the softening tar. The day was unusually warm, which would make travelling that much more difficult.

We crossed the center divider to the west side, and began walking down the clear stretch. Up ahead, far in the distance, I could see that there was a mass of long-still cars; most likely they had been trying to find a clear path using a break in the divider. I hoped that we could find an opening in the side wall before we reached them.

Somewhere, from deep in my mind, I remembered a line from ‘Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’: It's over, don't you get that? Your times is over and you're gonna die bloody, and all you can do is choose where. Involuntarily, I shuddered despite the heat. The chances were decent, though, that the last human memories of that classic would die when I did. We stayed in the middle of the wide lanes, feeling safer there than by the side wall or divider. At least, if nothing else, we were on the road again. A light wind tossed Madi’s long hair.

“Sooner or later, you’re gonna need a haircut, you know,” I pointed out.

She looked up at me with a wry grin. “You, too,” she replied. I ran my hands through my hair and was surprised at how long it had grown; it had been too long since I last looked in a mirror.

“Yeah, I guess I do, don’t I?” I agreed. She laughed as I mussed her hair. “We’ll find some scissors sooner or later, I’ll give you a mohawk.

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