Chp 47 - Probable Luck

Adam’s ears rang so hard that he had to shake his head to be sure that he was not going deaf.

He looked to his side to see Layla struggling to remove her seat belt.

There was a cut on her head where she had hit it against the window.

“Fuck!” she muttered under her breath as the seatbelt stuck fast to the bolt, despite how hard she pulled it.

“Hold on!” Adam told her as he successfully pulled his seat belt free and turned towards her.

“Tell them that,” she said bad-temperedly.

Adam could see the zombies snapping and shrieking beyond the window.

His sisters were making keening sounds beneath the hands that they used to cover their mouths.

“Look away from them,” Adam said as he released the seatbelt.

The front of the Jeep had crashed through the front glass door of the pharmacy, and there were glass showers on the car fender.

Still, the car windows were intact, and the car was still upright.

Adam knew that was just for the moment, though.

The zombies had surrounded the Jeep again, just a

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