Chapter 86: Open Highway

We weave our way through the remains of town and though I feel a little ill at the sight of all these empty homes, stores, streets, I force myself to look, to bear witness to the lives that used to be.

It's not until we reach the off-ramp, this one crowded but passable, I breathe a sigh of relief. I hold my head still, look straight ahead, toward the open highway, though I catch flickers of remains, flashes of white bone and grinning skulls, out of the corner of my eye as Duet navigates us through the lines of cars. The side of the road turns out to give us the best exit and, after bouncing our way over the shoulder, through thick weeds and around growing saplings, we break past the mass of cars and onto the interstate.