The gas station along the highway has three Turned that Silas and Bronte take care of. The drugstore is empty, but there are some drops of fuel that go right into the jug in the trunk. Fran runs for the last Snickers left on the rack; "Expired but edible," he chirps and stuffs it into his Zelda backpack. Nice to see some sense of childhood nowadays. Surya finds some bottles of water left at the back, and Silas and Bronte drag the corpses into a corner. I'm surprised he doesn't look for magazines for his gun, but in any case, it seems they ran out.
At the end of the day we find a deserted motel. "Nice to sleep on a bed again," Surya tells Silas and slips in with her.
Bronte always keeps guard at night, I learn, since he gets his sleep in the car. I wish I could say the same for myself. Perhaps the Turned triggered something.
Lara appears in her white communion dress with a pearly smile. I can almost hear the echo of her calling when the darkness behind her takes many monstrous shapes trudging forward, and I when I try to warn her there's maggots crawling out of her mouth and eyes and—
I jolt awake to his warm hand on my shoulder.
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In Case of Emergency
NouvellesA hundred miles. Five survivors. One bullet. Taken in by the same group of survivors who ran him over, Eden forms an unlikely bond with Bronte, a man with only one bullet left in his gun.
