“Not as light as it once was. People thought I was adopted because my parents are brunettes, but they both had platinum hair in their baby pictures.”
“Um…About your parents.” Laurie ran a hand through his hair. “They didn’t take any food either.”
“Oh.” Wheat became very quiet. “Can we go after them?”
“Not now. I don’t know if you have a concussion or…” Or if he was coming down with the infection that was killing off mankind, but that was the last thing he’d tell someone who wasn’t one hundred percent to begin with.
“But once I’m okay?”
“Sure.” Laurie looked up at the sky. It was starting to darken, but he wasn’t sure if it was because the sun was starting to set—he’d lost track of time—or if the weather was about to take a turn for the worse. “Look, I’ve gotta get you out of here. Do you think you can walk?”
“I’ll try. How far?”
“About a mile, I’d say.”
He groaned and took another swallow of water. “I don’t suppose we have any choice? Perhaps stay here in the car?”