Destruction and the undead spanned as far as she could see. She navigated the road cautiously as she waited for Betty’s story.
“It began at the airport. We didn’t notice anything was wrong at first. They just changed so fast! We barely escaped.”
“There was a group of us to begin with. We got separated in the tumult,” she sniffled. “I lost my husband to one of those awful things…”
Zilyana swerved hard to avoid hitting an abandoned car. Cash fell from Betty’s bag. She arched an eyebrow at her.
“Mind explaining that?”
The drop of blood that seeped through Betty’s bandage was no bigger than a mite, but the damage was done. It was only a matter of time.
“There was a group of us, but I got separated…”
“Right, you already mentioned that. And the bag of cash?”
“What are you, a cop?”
“I’m just a nurse. Betty? Betty, what’s wrong?”
Betty thrust the loose bills back into her bag, and was struck with a fit of coughing. It tapered off into a full seizure, foam frothing from her lips.
Resigned, Zilyana pulled over as Betty went still. She opened the backdoor and checked Betty’s pulse, finding none.
She hummed a pleasant tune to distract herself from the gruesome task. Betty’s head exploded like dynamite as the axe fell, spilling blood and brain matter across the backseat.
Zilyana turned to find arms flailing from an open car window, reaching towards her. Soft growls came from within.
With mounting trepidation, she peered inside.
A little girl snapped her jaws at Zilyana, her skin a pallid gray. Zilyana opened the car door and hefted her axe once more…