Chapter Six

Justine pulled over as soon as we crossed the border. Peter gave us each a sidelong glance before turning to face the outside realm. When Peter spoke, the three of us had been inside the vehicle for quite some time.

"Fuck it. We need to get moving," he remarked as he grabbed something from the passenger seat behind me.

To be honest, cowardice was eating me alive. I don't want to leave the security of being in the car. I was nervous, worrying about the possibility of being devoured or what would happen if I went outdoors. I cast a peek down the quiet neighborhood, looking for signals of danger or threats; I don't want to do this. But, at the same time, I know I have to get moving. That I need to take an action.

The street was deafeningly quiet, and just gazing at it made you perceive the unsettling vibes and erythematous sensation of being outside, struggling against those flesh-eating creatures.

I wasn't sure if the road being quiet and silent was a positive thing or a terrible one, bu