The outskirts of town were the same as we'd left them, this indirect route back to the apartment costs an additional two hours to our journey. The extra time and distance strained me, I couldn't hardly stand it, we were so close and yet with each turn of the pedal it seemed that we were not getting any closer to our home. I broke down and decided to travel directly towards the apartment, only four miles away.
The wind was blowing away from us, the breeze felt nice on my sweat soaked brow, rejuvenating us as we road, unfortunately it had another effect. The cars littered the street making travel difficult, and made planning your path through the remains nearly impossible without seeing past the car your next to. We weren't able to see them until we cycled passed.
Dozen's of Ghouls sat bent in the street hovering over a corpse, they were gnawing on the bare bones of a long dead jogger, parts of her clothes and shoes still sat exposed. The once pink and white running shoes, now just various shades of red, and the spandex pants; Nothing more than a board, soaked and baked in blood and sun. My heart skipped a beat as the Gs began to stir, I hoped with everything that I had, that they would let us pass without notice. They did not.
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