Once the FMTV military truck was fully refueled, Ethan and the team hit the road again.
There was nothing left worth taking at the service plaza.
As for the people they left behind? Ethan didn't bother with them. Whether they lived or died was their own problem now.
The truck rolled steadily down the highway. Still no sign of zombies, but the road was littered with wrecked and abandoned vehicles. Ethan resumed his telekinetic cleanup, flinging cars off the road like toys.
Two hours later, they reached a tunnel.
It stretched nearly six miles long.
Just as the FMTV was about to enter, Ethan instinctively activated his True Sight and glanced inside.
His expression darkened.
"Stop."
The truck screeched to a halt.
"Everyone out. Get ready for a fight. Mia, back the truck up—keep it out of the blast zone."
"Got it."
The team jumped out and gathered around Ethan. Just as someone opened their mouth to ask what was going on, a thunderous roar echoed from the tunnel.
