Despite the three zombies that Skye found, or that found her, the night passes uneventfully. We leave the fire raging in the hopes that it will attract our prey. Two men take guard duty while the rest of us sleep in the cars. We do guard rotation every few hours.
Though Skye attempts to take another rotation, I tell her to remain in the car. While I may trust her to fight, I want her fresh for the hunt, not exhausted with slow reflexes.
The next morning, we have a quick breakfast of fresh buns made for us by Hannah, paired with another round of antelope meat and soup.
We agree to drive further northwest, still skirting the mountains and remaining as close to the river as possible. It's starting to look like our zombie hunt is going to be a bust, but we push on anyway.
After several m
