Chapter 52 A Race For Resources

For the ride back, any functioning vehicle from this highway jam would do just fine! Theresa released the dogs, assigning two to remain with Kyle for support. The rest bounded after her, ready to assist. The area surrounding the crash was eerily quiet, devoid of undead. Clearly, Kyle's team had already done a thorough sweep the day before. She picked her way through the mangled wreckage, boots crunching over shattered glass and twisted metal, until she reached the toll station. One of the manual booths still had a lone zombie trapped inside, clawing aimlessly at the glass. It was still clad in a toll station attendant’s uniform, a crooked hairnet clinging uselessly to the matted strands of its hair. Her gaunt, lifeless face—once made up with perfect cosmetics—was now nothing but withered skin stretched tight over bone, spiderwebbed with pitch-black veins writhing like parasites across her cheeks and arms.