"This road was clear when we checked with the drone," Natasha said. "Why are there so many now?"
"It's the sound. The explosion must not only have scattered the zombies, it's likely that it also drew those outside the city coming here," Jaxon replied grimly. "We're attracting them."
As they pushed forward, the number chasing them kept growing. Every engine roar pulled more of them out of the dark. Shadows spilled from alleys and streets, closing in.
Natasha tried to weave through the roads, turning east, then west, but it felt useless. No matter where she went, more infected appeared.
"Natasha, get ready to pull over," Jaxon suddenly said. He stuck his hand out the window and gave a sharp signal to the van behind them.
"What?" Natasha's grip tightened on the wheel. Stopping now felt like suicide.
Then something smashed into the side mirror. An infected clung to the door, its fingers scraping against the glass.
