You couldn’t scare up a living soul, but the dead were everywhere. From the top of the station building I watched a sea of them sweep down the highway and drag one family after another out of their cars and rip them to chunks. We were still on the air then, before the power quit.
Later we traded the bottom floor for time, dropped the concrete stairs with sledgehammers and hard work. Knowles walked away, didn’t want to be ‘trapped’. Best morning drive time man I’ve ever worked with.
There’s six of us now, including Crazy Frank and the Weed.