Chapter 66
“You’re really good at that,” he said, handing her things from their food supply—a half-empty bag of rice, a box of cereal, packets of instant oatmeal.
She opened the cereal box and tossed it aside, keeping only the bag of Cheerios inside. As she found space for it in the cooler, she admitted, “You learn to pack right when you spend most of your life moving around all the time.”
Court remembered they had picked Bree up just outside of Petersburg, not far from the back gate of Fort Lee. Or, rather, what usedto be Fort Lee, before the virus. “Military?”
She nodded and took the bag of potato chips he handed her. Opening it, she fished out a chip and popped it into her mouth, then let the air out of the bag and rolled down the top so it would be easier to fit into the cooler. “My dad was in the Army. Would you believe I was born in Japan?”
“I never would’ve guessed,” Court said with a laugh.