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To
my mother, who wasn't afraid to point out my mistakes in the first
book. I appreciate that, and I love you.

Chapter 1
    As we get closer to
Springfield, I can't help but wish we had the time to take a nap. If
this were a movie, we would be awake for days and then attacked by a
couple hundred zombies while being all super-strong and focused. Damn
movies.
    But we are not in a movie and we are tired. And Springfield is a big city.
Not a good combination, especially if the activity on Interstate 72
outside Springfield is any indication of what we have to look forward
to. This sucks.
    Cars, trucks, semis.
Make, model, color. Pick one. It's probably here. The closer we get,
the worse it gets. A few minutes ago we only had to slow down and,
with little effort, make our way around a few vehicles. Now, not so
much. There's no going faster than 15-20 miles per hour. And that's
when it's at its best. And I complained about the traffic during
rush hour. PUH' LEEZ!
    It's so dark out and
the abandoned or wrecked vehicle's headlights shining beams all over
the place made it eerie as hell. Some of the headlights are pointing
to the sky as if they are trying to signal Batman. S orry, but
Batman's not going to save our asses from this!
    Occasionally, I see
a dark shape pass in front of one of the beams. The Undead. I can
hear them. I think I can even smell them.
    Will slows the van
down, then stops. I look to the front of us and realize Dad isn't
moving, either. I can't see Kim's car since she's ahead of Dad, but I
assume she's stopped, as well.
    I look over at Will
and he's got his hand on the door handle, looking around, and I know
he's about to get out.
    “ Oh, HELL NO
YOU'RE NOT!” I reach for and grab his coat. With a good yank
back toward me, I give him an 'I-will-kill-you-myself-if-you-do'
look.
    He places his hand
over mine and squeezes. “Honey, I have to get out and see
what's wrong. I promise I'll be careful and not do anything stupid.”
    “ Getting out IS stupid!”
I inform him.
    “ We can't
survive if we stay in the van for the rest of our lives and you know
that. Trust me, ok? Have some faith.”
    Faith, huh? Can I
just point out that his track record hasn't been all that great? Like
the time he said, “Have some faith, Honey” just before he
climbed up that old crappy ladder and we ended up spending most of
the evening in the E.R. And the time he said, “Have some faith”
and was back in the E.R for heat stroke. Well, guess what, Babe? E.R. is no longer taking patients!
    But he's right that
we can’t stay inside the van forever, and I do know
that. I don't like it! But I do know it.
    I release his coat
and with one more look around, he gets out. I'm scared to death! I
turn sideways in my seat facing the driver side window, staring hard
into the near darkness and watching for breaks in the beams of light
scattered around. I listen. I...... OH MY GOD!
    I jump so high my
head smashes into the stupid roof of the van. I'm so scared I can't
even turn around to see what just hit my window. I hear the boys
laughing in the backseat so I feel safe in assuming it's not
something that wants to kill me. Now me killing whoever that is, that's a different story. I turn and see my dad laughing at me.
    “ Ha. Ha. See
how hard you're laughing when I find myself a gun and you end up
getting shot in your fool head.” I inform him as I roll the
window down.
    He laughs harder. Men suck!
    He puts his hands on
the window and leans in to look at the boys. He asks them how they
are doing and they both answer that they're ok. He turns, looking
into the darkness behind him, before turning back to me.
    “ We've got a
problem. Road is