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don’t have anywhere else to go, why don’t you come with us?”
    Ryan grins and grabs his duffel bag out of the back of the truck.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” He gives an exaggerated wipe of his brow, and the three of us burst out laughing. It isn’t even that funny. I think we’re all just strung out on too much adrenaline. We each grab a box of supplies out of the back of the truck and transfer them into the Suburban as fast as we can. The pickup looks like it’s on its last leg, and we don’t even consider trying to salvage it.
    Megan climbs into the driver’s seat without even bothering to ask, and Abby climbs into the passenger seat, leaving me and Ryan to take the back.
    “I won’t miss that place,” Ryan chimes in as we leave the house and twenty stinking corpses behind in a cloud of dust. All three of us girls agree wholeheartedly.
    After the first few miles, Abby pulls out the map and consults it for a minute with Megan.
    “So are you really just driving around aimlessly, or do you have a plan?” Ryan asks.
    I meet Megan’s eye in the rear view mirror. After a minute of intense girl talk with our eyes, she nods.
    “Abby has a remote cabin by a lake in Illinois. We’re going to try and head there. It’s pretty isolated.”
    All three pairs of our eyes are on Ryan while he digests this information, I guess to see if we are crazy or if our idea actually has merit.
    “Sounds like as good a plan as any,” Ryan endorses the idea.
    Collectively, I think we all sigh in relief.
    “We’re going to need to get gas soon, though,” Megan reminds us. The idea of confronting more of those nasty things anytime soon is daunting.
    “There’s a small town about thirty miles from here, if we can make it that far?” Ryan leans forward to get a peek at the gas gauge.
    “We still have just over a quarter tank,” Megan confirms.
    Abby pulls out the map again.
    “Right there,” Ryan points it out. It’s only a few miles off our path and we decide to go for it.
    “Fingers crossed,” Megan mumbles as she floors it. The Suburban takes off like a shot.
    “So where are you all from?” Ryan asks after a few minutes of silence elapse.
    “Blairsville, Pennsylvania,” I tell him.
    He nods. “I know the place. Was it pretty bad there?”
    “If you mean, were people coming back from the dead and eating everyone?” Megan retorts with a snort, “Then yeah. It was really bad.”
    Ryan looks like he’s sorry he started this conversation.
    “What about you?” I ask, noticing an odd hesitation in his eyes.
    “It was pretty bad where I was too,” he agrees. “I barely got out alive.”
    “Where was that?” Abby asks.
    I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that sees how uncomfortable he is.
    “Here and there. I haven’t really had much of a home these last few years,” he says. By his tone, the subject seems kind of closed off. “Turn up here,” he reminds Megan and, just like that, the subject is dropped.
    “Check the radio,” I remind them.
    Abby switches the knobs; it’s just static again. Even though I wasn’t really expecting anything, our morale falls even lower.
    “It’s been radio silence ever since the night this started,” Ryan says gravely. “It looks like they didn’t even have time to activate the emergency broadcasts.”
    Abby flips the knob off in anger. “We didn’t even know anything was happening till yesterday morning,” she confirms.
    I nod. I was probably the last of our group to know.
    “I wonder what even happened,” Megan questions.
    The rest of us shake our heads. It’s too difficult to even fathom.
    “Probably the government,” Ryan mutters darkly.
    I open my mouth to reply, but the gas station is suddenly visible up on our right.
    It’s one of those service stations out on the highway—the best kind for our situation—far away from the actual town. Megan pulls in and we slowly circle the parking lot looking for threats. There’s nothing but a stray