"Was that…" she trailed off, still twisted in her seat.
She looked back again.
"Was that a hunter?" she asked.
The pale creature hadn't chased. It stayed on top of the overturned car, still working at the metal as if it didn't care about them.
Marybeth's voice came from the back. "Yes…fuck."
She turned forward fast and scanned the map again. Most alternate roads branched deeper into the cities marked red. Tighter streets. More blind corners.
"Malcolm," she said, "maybe if we take the next turn—"
"No," he cut in.
His jaw was tight.
"We're going back to the nuclear."
"But—"
Marybeth leaned forward slightly. "That's better."
Iyisha looked at her through the mirror.
Marybeth's face had gone pale.
"I heard they can call for walkers and twitchers. The nuclear will be safer," Marybeth added.
Malcolm shook his head once.
"They can't call," he said. "But noise is noise. And they follow it."
Iyisha opened her mouth to argue.
Wouldn't it be better to keep moving?
