The Zombie Apocalypse (and the Single Mom) Part I

March 20, 2020

The clouds hung low and foreboding. The highway, strangely quiet as we sped East on Highway 44. Though it was mid-March, the fauna, still suspended in winter grey-brown, did not harken to spring or new life. My son and I really needed to stop to go to the bathroom, but we had such a small bottle of hand sanitizer and the world of contagion seemed so large.