Alex's eyes darted between the empty streets and the rest of us. "This is an opportunity. We need to get to Max's garage. Now."
I swallowed hard. "Yeah, in a zombie-infested world, zombies disappearing isn't exactly a bad thing."
No one looked convinced. Even Max, who was technically one of them, seemed uneasy. Clara adjusted her sunglasses, her loose eyeball shifting slightly beneath the lenses. "Right. Because mass zombie vanishings are totally normal and not terrifying at all."
"Less talkin', more movin'," Lila drawled, her Southern accent thick as she adjusted her wiper. "Ain't got all day to stand around gawkin'."
Ben nodded, his voice trembling. "Y-Yeah, let's get a move on."
Alex took the lead, her crowbar resting on her shoulder like she was born to wield it. Max shuffled ahead, his movements slow but deliberate. "Not the main street," he muttered, gesturing with a nod. "Too exposed. Side streets are better. Fewer eyes."
