Re: Midsummer, midday, hot:30 in the afternoon
The interchange was a mess. Cars blocked half of the roadway and undead shambled about in the rest of the area. There were over a dozen recently devoured corpses in the road at various points. The freshness of the grizzly scene was horrific. Very little tissue was left, even the hands and feet had been nearly stripped to clean, white bones.
Rod used the truck to push the undead aside or simply ran them over. Roberta struggled to keep the Subaru as impact free as she could following in the truck's wake, but there was the occasional bump or boink as she followed along.
They were nearly through the interchange, almost ten minutes to take a two minute trip, when they neared a service station out to the side of the highway. There was quite a gathering of undead there. Atop the awning covering the gas pumps were several people. Underneath them was a Ford Econoline Van at the pumps. There was a generator sitting next to the van that was hooked up to a pump with its cover removed.
Clever Rod thought, just bring your own power and make the pump work for you. Roberta saw the van and understood in an instant; the noise of the generator had drawn the undead faster than they could get the fuel out.
There were several undead on the ground, probably more on the other side of the van. Judging by were the van sat, they must have climbed on top and then onto the awning to hide from the undead. That was smart, out of sight is out of mind with undead.