“How we gonna get around?” Ronny asked, breathing heavily.
Emmet lifted his head out of the ditch and quickly looked around; The intersection where the highways met was choked with abandoned cars and hungry zombies. “Hey Petey, c’mere.”
“Hi Emmet. What, Emmet?”
“See that big shiny truck? How ‘bout you run up over there and see if there’s any change in the ashtray. Then meet us on the other side.”
“Okay.” the young man leaped up and was off.
“You’re a real bastard.”
“Oh, relax, Petey’s the fastest runner in town, and anyways, I ain’t gonna let him get bit.”