The highway east was clearer than it should've been.
It wasn't empty, nothing was ever empty anymore, but it was clearer than what Sera had expected. Instead of cars at odd angles and not enough room to get through, there were only a few cars that sat at odd angles on the shoulder, their hoods up like dead insects, some with doors still hung open after the occupant made a mad dash somewhere else.
The snow around them was falling fast enough that it was starting to stick to the roads and vehicles. Some cars looked like they might have caught fire, but the flames had long given way to the icy November day.
Lachlan kept the Hummer in the center lane, his eyes on the stretch ahead like he was waiting for something to come over the rise.
Like most of the other times they had ventured out, there wasn't a person to be seen.
Well, that was until the first gas station.
