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"Excuse nal?"

"Internet still works Look"

The guy held out the phone and Twitter was up If you’re reading this in a future where the Twitter fad has passed, Twitter was a Web site where people posted short little es, usually from their phones, for the world to see So, at any o on their site and see what the world at large was talking about, in real tie of Twitter would always list what subjects were hot or "trending" at the moment So when news broke, it broke on Twitter first--if a plane crashed near New York, people on the scene would start Tweeting about it within seconds, long before the first news camera showed up Withintopics

The number one topic on Twitter at this moment was:

ZOMBIEOUTBREAK

Exodus

John’s old Caddie had a huge engine that would qualify as a huhts violation if built today It roared down the road, chugging gas and farting a blue cloud of dinosaur souls

"They’re sealing off the town!" John screahway and Route 44 both blocked"

We weren’t heading to the highway, however We would never have made it even without the roadblock--John’s Caddie wasn’t exactly hard to spot and ere being pursued Fortunately, we knew a shortcut

John tossed his phone into my lap and said, "Call Shiva! Tell her to irlfriend!"

"That’s actually her name?"

"I think so!"

"There are absolutely no bars on this phone" I pulled out et shitty coverage here!"

Burrito stand The tires screeched us to a stop We spilled out and I yelled, "TRUNK! TRUNK!"

John stopped in his tracks and said, "Molly!"

I spun and there she was She was by the trash can, her paws pinning down a scrap of alu half of a chorizo burrito

John fuot the trunk open just as we heard in the distance, "DON’T FUCKING MOVE!"

Goddaun in hand Holy shit that man could run

I abandoned my stuff and sprinted to the back door of the burrito stand The good neas it would get us out of there The bad neas that the destination was a crapshoot and only one would work

Come on water toater toater tower …

We opened the door and squeezed into the utility closet A blink later the door changed in front of us and we stepped out to--

"PANTIES! SHIT!"

We were at the Walood If the feds had blocked off the highway at city li side of it John said, "Back in! Back in!"

Back into the dressing room A blink The smell of burritos hit us We stepped out of the door at the exact moment Falconer skidded to a stop in front of us He leveled his huge automatic at my face and said, "FREEZE!"

We ducked back inside I heard Falconer yanking the door back open a split second before we eed at a destination that stank of liquor and disinfectant

"Shit!" hissed John, surveying a display of J&auermeister "We’re at the liquor store" Specifically, the restroom at the rear of the store "What now?"

"Maybe if ait here, he’ll wander away"

"He’s not gonna do that, he’ll search the burrito stand for a hidden hatch or soate the burrito guy to see if he’s in on it"

I glanced around "What’s going on?"

The liquor store was packed People were hauling ar with the cashier