We didn’t leave until we saw the whole of downtown was burning: with no living firemen to fight the blaze, eventually it would jump the freeway and swallow us whole.
The zombies ignored us while we packed the car; they were all lurching relentlessly towards the orange glow and the low, distant roar. I remember marveling at how each terror wanted to devour the other while we were left untouched to scurry away like rabbits on a battlefield.
The kids were scared, but believed us when we told them it would be all right. I feel guilty about that now.