Re: Chapter 4 - Cookie "Not all those who wander are lost"
Cookie eyed the old Chevy with a thoughtful look, then looked all-round again in the manner of professional zombie-killer. Yep, a straggler in a filthy print dress was limping along towards her, black goo oozing from a rotten face. She squared up and let fly with the bat, then whacked it a few more times for good measure. Her biceps were straining the limits of her pink "Jersey Girls Do NOT pump gas !" princess t-shirt. It was time to do laundry, too.
She'd seen a dog; some kind of collie cross, watching her, twice now. It wasn't starving, so either it was eating the undead, or someone was feeding it. People, she hadn't seen any. Live ones, anyhow.
The Chevy MIGHT do, if she could find some gas for it, maybe in the barn over there. If it was a standard transmission, all she needed was a hill and enough time on the road to charge the battery as it ran, BUT....once again, the all-round. Another pair, lurching out of the tall grass, one missing an arm, the other dripping with rotten guts half out of a "No Fat Chicks" shirt. With a smile, Cookie lifted the bat again. She was enjoying smashing them too much, it couldn't be good.....