Chapter 13
“Ready?” said Brad.
“Not really, but we should go anyway.” Thomas donned the ridiculous hat, since it was too large to fit in the pack so that was the easiest way to carry it, and they set out into the night.
The shadows hid much of the destruction along the roads from Brad, but to Thomas’ eyes the faint moonlight was as clear as day, and he could see the empty wrecks—and worse, the ones that weren’t empty—all too well. They’d barely gone three blocks when he saw the first body lying beside a ruined car. Somebody had pulled the man out, either just after or just before he died, and with nothing better to do with it, had just left the body lying there. Maybe Brad himself had earlier. He didn’t say, and Thomas didn’t ask.