The Complete Roadtrip Z by Lilith Saintcrow

Author:Lilith Saintcrow
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781386712961
Publisher: Lilith Saintcrow

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Class C Motorhome, the brochure said. Ginny propped her damp boots on the dash and began reading while the giant, wallowing thing banked cautiously out of the parking lot, following Lee’s truck with its shiny new camper. They’d even found one that matched the red-and-white Chevy. Fashionable indeed.

The brochure was full of breathless excitement. Sleeps up to 6! Cherry veneers, a new-car smell threatening to give her a headache, and absolutely abysmal mileage. Brandon, ensconced in the thronelike driver’s seat, wasn’t talking, for once. Mark, buckled into a bucket seat behind the driver, whistled every once in a while when the gigantic craft bounced a little.

“This is a nice one,” the kid said, again. Ginny glanced at the rearview—Juju and Steph were in the 4x4, and Traveller was with Lee in the truck. They were quite a convoy, moving down a road awash with slush and dotted with abandoned vehicles, not to mention the occasional crash. “We’re on a road trip for sure, now.”

Brandon grunted, a noise of grudging assent. His face was bruising up really well, his hair darkened and rising in messy unwashed chunks. The snow-filled Ziploc had vanished, and she was sure he hadn't bothered to put it in a garbage can. No, he'd probably thrown it somewhere. He wouldn't take any ibuprofen, either.

Ginny suppressed a sigh. At least there weren’t many crackups to navigate around on the freeway. There hadn’t been one they couldn’t squeak past on one side or the other yet, but she was already worried about coming across the first. “All we need are snacks and caffeine, and loud music while we cruise.”

“Ain’t never been on a road trip.” Mark fidgeted in his seat. At least he wasn't playing with its recliner capability anymore. Lee had thought to get extra coats, and Mark’s side-shredded anorak was left behind at the RV lot. This one was a black, high-grade shell over a couple Thinsulate layers, and it fit him a lot better. “Lee says we goin all the way to New York.”

Ginny nodded, flipping past a few more pages full of glossy photos—RVs speeding along mountain roads, airbrushed nuclear families enjoying the camping, a rope swing over a jewel-blue lake clustered with summer greenery. Probably alive with poison ivy, swarming with mosquitoes, and polluted as fuck. “Yeah.” Wait a second. “You mean you came along without even knowing where we were headed?”

“It’s a zombie ’pocalypse, Miss Ginny.” Just like he’d say it’s raining, or grass is green. “Get together and go, that’s what you do, right?”

Good God. “I guess.” The instinct to band together and ask no questions when you were terrified was probably the second-most powerful force in the universe, right after the attraction between the buttered side of toast and an unmopped kitchen floor. Besides, almost every zombie movie had a road-trip portion. It was a given to anyone soaking in American culture.

“New York, huh?” Brandon’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and the bruises on his face were gathering all sorts of Technicolor.

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