“Where are we?”
They had walked out of the trees and were by the side of a two-lane road. He looked both ways, straining his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe state road 42? It doesn’t look like the interstate…”
She knelt on the verge and pulled out their map. “Get out the binoculars and see if you can see a mile marker.”
“There’s no mile markers. And have you noticed?”
“No cars. It must have been blocked off.”
It was strangely serene: an empty stretch of road, a clear day, no zombies anywhere.
“Well. Follow the road?”
“Sure. Which way?”