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ATLANTAwas a memory. And now, she was beginning to think, so was any part of the life she knew before. It was a difficult thought to process, but she pushed it away the best she could.
It had been days since the CDC and she shuddered at any lingering thought of Jenner or his deceased wife. She knew she had to leave that behind. There was no cure, not any time soon.
The roaring of Daryl's motorcycle jolted her awake, eyes snapping open to see the very first traces of the morning. The old RV rattled down the road and the soft clicks of the gun that Shane cleaned across from her were the first things to alert her into consciousness.
"Oh jeez," Dale let out from the driver's seat, the RV slowing down quickly.
"What's going on?" Arden mumbled hoarsely as Shane and Andrea both turned their eyes to the front of the vehicle.
"Oh no," Glenn added, Arden finally getting a glimpse of what they were referencing to when she leaned out of her seat.
A gigantic semi truck was rolled onto its side, blocking the entirety of the road ahead of them. Arden stood to her feet, slightly wobbling on them from the lack of walking she had done. Daryl rounded back on his motorcycle and nodded his head forward when Dale asked if he saw a way through.
The RV inched forward slowly as Glenn looked down at the map in his hands. "Maybe we should just go back," he suggested nervously. "There's an interstate bypass—"
"We can't spare the fuel," Dale dismissed quickly. They had no other options. Though Arden wasn't sure they would make it to Fort Benning if they couldn't even get back to Atlanta.
They eased their way around the semi with the path that Daryl led, Rick, Lori, Carol, and their children close behind.
As they drove further down the highway, the more haunting the scene became. Hundreds of abandoned cars were stopped in their tracks, hundreds of lives ended and left behind on that stretch of asphalt.
Arden slumped back in her chair, listening while Glenn made a horrified sound at the sight. Watching the world end from the safety of a locked building was far different than seeing it up close.
"Can we get through here?" Glenn asked, extremely timely, as it turned out. A loud metal creak and a sputtering from the engine of the RV was a less than comforting answer to his question. A large plume of smoke erupted from the front.
Everyone piled out of their cars to examine the situation, Arden stretching as she walked down the steps.
"I said it, didn't I say it? A thousand times, dead in the water," Dale commented bitterly, approaching the still smoking front end of the vehicle.
