All Court knew of Greensville County was that it was due south of Petersburg, and Interstate 95 ran through it on the way down to North Carolina. Which was above South Carolina, which was where Fort Sumter was located. So they were still heading in the right direction. Good.
The memories of Melissa and Jeanine faded as the sun beat down on Court with a relentless urgency. His college days seemed like a lifetime ago; the time spent with Jeanie up until she passed from the virus, just as ephemeral. Nothing mattered anymore but putting one foot in front of the other, moving on down the line, heading for the source of a distant signal promising relief.
Promising civilization, Court hoped, or some semblance thereof. Something better than this.