All Blog Posts Tagged '(P3)' (2)

"Seriously?" Carlos called to me from the front of the store. "More soda?"

"Don't judge me kid," I called back. "I'm a man, and men have needs."

I was browsing the refrigerator aisle, looking for a few bottles of Vanilla Coke, when I heard the shattering of glass back towards the front of the store. I…

As we drove, I started to notice the abondoned cars. I remembered that the cars closer to town were in relatively good shape, and now I was seeing that more and more of the cars we passed had broken windows and bloody smears and splatters. That would mean that instead of heading away from the problem, we were heading straight to it.

"Mom, stop the truck."

As we skidded to a stop, I hopped out of the bed and looked around.

"What is it?" Micky asked. "What's…