Chapter 165
A few days after leaving Grants.
Aiden’s group had finally crossed the border into Arizona and was walking across the vast expanse of desert.
Arizona had always had a strong image of being a desert.
Perhaps that’s why – the scenery visible to Aiden’s group had been the same for several days now, no matter where they looked.
The sight of tumbleweed sprouting sparsely like weeds on the ochre sand, rolling around here and there with the arrival of autumn.
It’s similar to the desolate backdrop of a Western movie they had seen once.
The only difference from that movie was that instead of cowboys riding horses across the desert, there were living corpses.
Crack!
One of those zombies had its neck severed by the merciless blade of a machete.
The cleanly cut head floats in the air for a moment before falling to the ground with a dull thud.
But even so, the decaying head doesn’t die.
The severed head opens its mouth wide as if to scream, but with no lungs or vocal cords left, all that comes out is a deflated sound.