The highway ran flat as a blade… as long as the blade was an ancient, rusted one with lots of pot holes and cracks.
Heat shimmered off the asphalt, as the afternoon sun beat down on it relentlessly.
"The heat isn't getting any easier to deal with," grumbled Lachlan, staring out the window. "I never thought I'd say this, but I almost miss the ice and snow."
"I'm just wondering when the rain will come," shrugged Elias, as he looked down at the map in his hands and then back up at the endless road in front of him. "It's not normal for there to be this much sun and heat here with no rain."
"I find it interesting that you are still trying to apply logic to our current situation," chuckled Alexei as he tested the blade of one of his knives. "Or did you miss the ice age, the lack of time, the lack of dawn or dusk, or the zombies running around like they now owned the world around us?"
