It doesn’t take long before the silence is broken once again by the sound of Guy’s snoring. He was a maniac out there, like he had been preparing for exactly this type of thing his whole life. Of course, that’s insane. I mean, it is, right? I’m sure it’s probably more that he used to be a Navy SEAL or a Green Beret or something.
Whatever the reason, I’m definitely happy to have him on my side. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t stand a chance out here on my own, even if he was the reason I was knocked unconscious and in danger in the first place. Heck, I only took out two of the dozens we were up against. The only reason they didn’t get me is because of sheer luck. Both of them happened to trip up at the last second. If it weren’t for that, I’d be just another shuffling fool on the roadside.
Now that I think about it, the only reason I wasn’t turned into zombie chow outside the hotel was because of the ironing board. I don’t know whether to consider it coincidence, luck, or divine intervention. Whatever it is, I just hope it holds out a little bit longer.
I also hope it’s genetic.
I pull my phone out of my pocket again and press the button on the side. Maybe it’s possible it’s not completely dead. Nothing happens. I’m surprised it died so quickly. Didn’t I have it charging at the hotel?
Of course, with the power going out, who knows how long it was actually getting charged. If the whole zombie thing started during rush hour, I could have missed the power going out by just a matter of minutes.
I continue on quietly, wanting to give Guy as much of his well-earned rest as possible. The road drags on. The snow has finally stopped falling, but the trip is still dangerous. Without the plows coming through, the roadways are more like a thick sheet of ice than anything else. If I weren’t in such a hurry to get back and find Zelda, I definitely wouldn’t be driving on them. And I definitely wouldn’t be flooring the gas pedal – an act which appears to only get this giant box moving at about 70 mph.
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