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once you get in the car, I want you to stay in there until you get to the lake. Will you do that for me?”
    “But we aren’t going to the lake until you come home to visit.”
    “I know that, but I will meet you there.”
    Kevin felt a twinge of shame. He knew damn well where he was headed, and it wasn’t the lake. He’d been to a few survivalist camps in the past four years. The last one had made the greatest impression. One of the core teachings was that, in the event of a real catastrophe, the worst thing that you could do is go into seclusion with family.
    “Just how do you propose to repopulate when everybody with you is a relative. Also, if you put all the eggs in one basket and that basket falls…what happens to all the eggs inside?” the instructor had barked during the seminar portion of the camp.
    Kevin’s mind was a stickler for logic. Everything that this man said made perfect sense. As painful as it was, he was sending his family to the safest place he could think that they might actually go. Meanwhile, he had other plans.
    “…by telling her that!” Kevin’s mother’s voice was sna pping in his ear.
    “Mom, listen,” Kevin took a deep breath before he spoke. “I know that you think I am a bit of a geek. You’re right. But if you are watching the same thing on television that I am, then you can’t deny what your eyes are seeing. I don’t care if you want to believe this or not, but those people on television are zombies. The media can label this any way they like…but it is what it is.”
    “But telling Sara—”
    “Mom, if you stay in that house you will die and Sara will die and the fault will be YOURS!” He’d never actually raised his voice to his mother before. It felt strange. Silence on the line had him wondering if she’d simply hung up.
    “I’ll go, Kevin,” his mother said in a whisper.
    For just a second he felt a surge of something in his heart. He’d stepped in and assumed the man role. His mother had conceded to his request. But something in his mother’s voice was…wrong.
     
    ***
     
    Kevin shook his head and cleared it. He glanced over at Valarie again. She was still in what seemed to be a very deep sleep. With all that she and Shari had been forced to endure, he wondered how much sleep the girl had actually gotten in the past several days.
    He was about to risk a peek over the side when he froze. The sounds of countless feet trudging through the snow could be heard. Occasionally he could hear what sounded like a wheezing moan or the strains of a baby cry.
    The zombie mob was passing directly below them! Kevin thought about it for a second and then slithered across the snow-covered road of the overpass. While there would be the possibi lity that one of the zombies might spot him if he looked at the zombie parade as it trudged past, he seriously doubted that any of them were looking over their shoulders.
    “Dogs don’t look up!” a British-accented voice declared in his head. He hoped that zombies didn’t look back .
    By the time he reached the other side , he was more than just a little uncomfortable. As he’d crawled across on his stomach trying his best to be quiet, he’d managed to scoop what felt like a considerable amount of snow down the front of his pants.
    Having reached the other side, he poked his head up. The wall of undead was spread almost all the way across the hig hway’s east and west bound lanes. They were already stretched out for what had to be at least a hundred yards going west towards Newark.
    Suddenly, the wall of vehicles across the highway that he and Peter had found made sense. He didn’t know why he hadn’t realized it before. Willa’s group didn’t just have that in place to deter the living; it was a perfect way to diver t an oncoming horde of the undead.
    He decided that the only thing he could do now was wait out the passing of this mob. A glance back at Valarie confirmed that she was still out cold (pardon the pun). He