I traveled through the roads of Jackson Township on a sturdy mountain bike with Daisy seated behind me, her arms wrapped securely around my waist. The afternoon sun cast darkness across the abandoned streets as I pedaled with enhanced speed and endurance that my virus abilities provided.
I was pedaling so fast that I was genuinely concerned about breaking the bike's mechanical components, but the sturdy frame was holding up remarkably well under the stress. Maybe I should have taken one of our salvaged motorbikes instead, but a simple bicycle offered significant advantages when navigating through debris-filled streets and narrow alleyways. If we encountered infected or other threats, the bike's maneuverability could mean the difference between escape and disaster.
