Unless someone stopped it. Unless a handful of people with the right tools and the best knowledge banded together. And somehow took on an impossible force of destruction employed by any number of foes, acting randomly, to bring about the worst kinds of pain.
The task carried too much weight to bear. Even for the willing, like Kenna and Dakota. Realistically, did they even have a shred of a chance at coming out on top?
No. No way.
The truck rolled to a stop behind a smallish SUV, which was stopped in front of a barricade on the western outskirts of Lincoln. It seemed the occupants were arguing with a firefighter, trying to leave, to get away from the disease and killings. After a few minutes of waiting, the driver slowly made a U-Turn and headed back the way they’d came, either defeated or in search of an easier route to freedom.
“What do we do?” Yuuki asked in a low voice as she made the vehicle gradually approach the people guarding this exit.