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the backseat with her arms around Jason.
    “Gonna be difficult to get out of the city,” said Trevor. “This thing is spreading fast.”
    “Which way are we gonna go?” asked Jason.
    “Need to make the Port Mann Bridge, if it’s not blocked. Have to get across the Fraser River, then the Trans-Canada highway through the Fraser Valley. Normally, that’s a piece of cake. Now, not so much.”
    “Are you thinking of going to your uncle in Hope?” said Lauren.
    “Yeah, if he’s okay. We can go and hide out in the mountains. Try to figure out what we’re going to do.”
    “You okay?” Trevor asked Samantha.
    Samantha put her head into Jason’s shoulder, her tears stained his shirt. “My mom just sat there in the kitchen. She chewed and… chewed. Dad... she ate—”
    “It’s gonna be fine, we’ll get out of here, I promise.” They passed a bunch of burning shops. Bodies littered the ground outside, a few of the dead staggered around aimlessly. “See, all of it has gone to shit. This flu was wiping us out slowly, and with those things, its complete insanity now. They’ve all gone crazy.”
    “You change if you get bit?” asked Lauren. “Ben got up after Chelsea bit him.”
    “Yeah,” said Trevor. “They must pass the virus on to you.”
    “Why aren’t we sick?” said Jason.
    “Immunity. Some of us have natural immunity to things. I don’t think it will matter much now, with those things out there. Like me, I never get the flu, I haven’t had it since I was young.”
    “The dead,” said Jason.
    “What do you mean?” said Lauren.
    “That’s what they are,” said Jason. “We are the living, and they are the dead.”
    “Yeah,” said Trevor, as he swallowed hard. “For now.”

Chapter 10
 
    The roads were quickly filling up with panicked residents, just as Trevor had feared. Cars were driving at high speeds, making things too dangerous to keep going. Since they had left Samantha’s house, the driving hadn’t been too bad, but that was all changing and changing fast. He didn’t know how long the roads would remain driveable and even if they would make it over the bridge. The Fraser River stood in their way, and in front of them was a lot of uncertainty. They had enough food for a few days, as well enough ammunition to see them through short engagements, but that wasn’t going to last. They would need to find supplies at some point along the way. The biggest fear Trevor had was that one of them would get a bite at some point. They needed to find more protection than just the clothes they had on their backs. Vancouver was quickly turning into a war zone, and they were caught up in the chaos around them. Up ahead, he could see that the traffic was beginning to thicken. Not a good sign.
    “How much longer to the bridge?” said Jason.
    “It’s several miles up there yet, but it’s not looking good. This traffic is getting thicker.”
    “Trevor!” said Lauren.
    He slammed on the brakes just in time as a man walked out in front of them aimlessly, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He staggered around, yelling, then disappeared across the street into a building. In front of them, another car slammed into a pole and erupted into flames. He looked out the window as a CF-18 Canadian fighter jet streaked by, firing AGM-65 Mavericks and its M61 Vulcan cannon into targets in the distance. Must be our Boys from Cold Lake, Alberta . Not that it would make much difference, the Canadian military wasn’t equipped to hold back the onslaught of dead that was rising. They’ll be overwhelmed, it will be up to us to fend for ourselves, try to rebuild out of the ashes. God help us . In the distance, he could see the smoke billowing up in a black cloud from whatever target the fighter jet had hit. Straight into the mouth of hell, Trevor. Straight into hell .
    Two or three other cars stopped and honked their horns as the traffic ground to a halt. An overweight man in shorts got out of his truck with a