It would be there, right where he left it. Everything else in the world may have turned upside down since the virus escaped from the lab, but his truck would be safe. He’d left it where the zombie’s had never appeared. No matter how much his lab partners teased, he’d always kept the gas tank full, a week’s rations in the back, and copies of the keys to every place he might want to go. Down to his last ounce of strength, he crawled toward the back of the parking lot.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo Credit: Roger Bultot
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