Chapter 15: The Suburbs

Tristan:

We spend the whole day walking out of Boston. Shortly after getting off the bridge, Rebecca told us about a freeway that cuts through most of Boston nearby. We found it fast and despite most of it begin gone, there was still enough for us to follow. We stay low the whole time and kept our heads. Every two hours, we would stay for a few minutes to rest before going back on the road. Since it was daytime, there weren't many infected to worry about.

"Son of a bitch," I say, combing my hair with my hand. As I do, I look at my hand. It's shining with sweats. "Boston is a lot bigger than I thought."

Wiping my sweaty hand against my shirt, I crouch down and walk toward a rusted, four-doors sedan. The paint is long faded, the windows are all shattered, and the tires are both rotten and flat. Hiding behind it, I look around to make sure everything is clear. Once I see it is, I wave at Rebecca and Bailey to move up.

The two running to me, I look around.

"If memory serves," I say on