There were no bodies inside the minivan. Hey, thanks for that,Court thought, then realized he was maintaining a one-sided conversation with nobody and stopped. The apocalypse had come and gone, the rapture was over, the end had washed right over them and he—along with Ronnie, and Adam, and a handful of others—they were all still here. Fighting to survive. Fighting to get by. And who did he have to thank for that?
“Talk to me,” he said out loud, if only to chase away his gathering thoughts. He’d followed Adam into the minivan, and though it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior, he could hear his friend rummaging through what sounded like plastic shopping bags. “Adam? What’d you find?”
“Porn, mostly.”
A magazine came fluttering toward Court, who caught it and glanced at the cover. Playboy. Court laughed as he leafed through it. “Of all the things to take with you when you go.”