“Be careful!” Her throat knifed the words.
She slowed the steel-reinforced car at a dumpster blockade manned by grinning, wild-eyed creatures—casualties of a mutant virus—humming like deranged clowns playing kazoos.
“Watch out,” she snarled, lowering her booted foot to accelerate.
The car sprung backwards then forwards, throwing bodies like spittle. She spring-launched a severed thigh as bait through a welded tube.
“That’s how it’s done.” She nodded at the passenger seat.
But Jess was not there.
Previously, they would have pulled over to relieve the tension, intertwining limbs in a cascade of sensations.
She settled on chocolate, drove on.
So cool and weird. Liked the subtle mention of Jesse. Packed a lot into a short space.
Thanks Ed!