Chapter 53 Scavenging the Gas Station

The small, run-down gas station stood quietly, its wide lot and shattered minimart crawling with scattered zombies. They wandered in twos and threes, aimless and twitchy, like broken puppets. The minimart inside the station was a total wreck—shelves overturned, glass shattered, everything looted or ruined. It wasn't hard to piece together what had happened. Back when the highways were choked with stranded cars, a desperate crowd had bolted from the traffic jam and made a mad dash for this gas station, hoping to find supplies or shelter.