Chapter 10

At times they had to climb over crumpled hoods, holding hands to keep from sliding off and disappearing over the bridge’s railing to the river below. Other highways clover-leafed under the bridge were just as clogged with destroyed and abandoned vehicles. Buzzards circled like seagulls, enjoying the spoils. Ronnie kept them moving ahead, and if Court or Adam paused too long to stare death in the face, Ronnie was right there, tugging at their shirts or belts, pulling them away.