We walked for hours before we finally found a damned gas station. It was on the edge of town, so there were other stores and motels and shit around. I was starving, but my blisters had healed just as quickly as they developed, so at least I wasn’t in pain.

I was damn dirty, though.

Zed gave me a gentle push toward the bathroom and a small smile. Though I’d been quiet and avoided talking about the shit that made me self-conscious, he had told me stories about his time in the restaurant biz ...