Micah points his finger toward the side of the highway. A mass of people are stumbling down the road, though it becomes obvious by their jerky movements that these arenÕt people. At least not ones that are alive. They all have working legs, but some have chunks taken out of them in most other places, maybe from the buzzards. The silhouettes of a woman and child fall over and pull themselves back up to catch up with the group.
ÒWhat is this, a zombie parade? Where the hell do they think theyÕre going?
ÓLooks like the same way we are: North.Ó