From Zombie Piñatas to Bullet Showers

"Vroom, vroom!" everyone was singing.

"V-Vrum, v-vrum," Jake tried, but his voice cracked.

I smirked, the wind whipping past my helmet, making me feel like a badass action hero. Max, sitting behind me, tightened his grip slightly as we sped down the road.

"You know," he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the fact that the undead was chasing us, "you're pretty good at this."

I scoffed. "At what? Riding a motorcycle through a zombie-infested city while leading a high-speed chase?"

"Yeah."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the grin from forming. "Great, I'll add it to my résumé. Right next to 'Professional Apocalypse Survivor.'"

Behind us, the Jeep tore down the road, Clara swerving around potholes and abandoned cars with a precision I didn't know she had. Lila was leaning out the window, swinging her wiper like a medieval knight, while Elliot was on the other side, taking swipes at any zombie dumb enough to get too close.